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
