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 "thisll be the day that I die, thisll 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
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