American Pie

In the streets, the children screamed

The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed

And not a word was spoken

The church bells, all were brokenThe three men I admired most

The Father, Son, and The Holy Ghost

They took the last train for the coast

The day the music diedThey 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