Do you remember…your president Nixon?
Or the bills you have to pay?
Or even yesterdaaayyyyy?
No no, you’re thinking of the day the music died.
Deep in December it’s nice to remember
ETA Nitpick: It’s “Try to remember that kind of September”
If you remember, then follow.
Follow.
it wasn’t July at all, it was late December back in '63.
Well February did make me shiver.
September I’ll remember, a love once new has now grown old.
Who can hang a name on you? Still, I’m going to miss you…
It was early morning, April 4…
I was supposed to take a pill or eat a mushroom or something wasn’t I? That stupid caterpillar was mumbling.
I thought it was the day Billy Joe McCalister jumped of that damn bridge
Or was it the day I left the cake in the rain and lost the recipe?
Is it raining again, crap, the levee is gonna break.
He had to be high, with all that talk about slow motion riders and talking bronze statues.
but it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime.
No, it was dark of the moon on the sixth of June, in a Kenworth pullin’ logs.
Maybe the lyricist was taking a knickerbocker holiday…
Oh, it’s a long, long while from May to December but the days grow short when you reach September…
Better than a Jimmy haulin’ hogs.
Knead
a.k.a. “Cab-over Pete”
he doesn’t know, he was really drunk at the time
But will I see you in September, or lose you to a summer love?
Just wake me up when September ends.