In the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed And not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken
The three men I admired most The father, son, and the holy ghost They took the last train for the coast The day the music died
They were singing bye bye miss american pie I drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die
And the three men I admired 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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