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 drinking 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