in the street the children screamed 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
they were singing bye, bye, miss american pie drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry and good 'ol boys were drinkin whisky and rye singing "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