And in the streets, the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They took the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing bye, bye
Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys
were drinking whiskey 'n rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Yes, and they were singing bye, bye
Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys
were drinking whiskey 'n rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They took the last train for the coast
The day the music died
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