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
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