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
