In the streets, the children screamed
Lovers cried and the poets dreamed
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
And they were singing, bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry
Good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singing
This will be the day that I die. This will 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

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