American Pie Lyrics

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