American Pie

in the street

the children screamed

lovers cried

and the poets dreamed

but 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



they were singing

bye, bye, miss american pie

drove my chevy to the levee

but the levee was dry

and good 'ol boys were drinkin whisky and rye

singing "this'll be the day that i die"

"this'll 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