I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away.
Well I went down to the sacred store Where I heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play.
Well now in the streets the children screamed, The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed. But not a word was spoken; The church bells all broken.
And the three men I admire the most, The father, son, and the holy ghost, They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died.
I started singing:
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levy But the levy was dry. Those 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.
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Date: 2016-03-05 08:16 pm (UTC)And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away.
Well I went down to the sacred store
Where I heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play.
Well now in the streets the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all broken.
And the three men I admire the most,
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music
died.
I started singing:
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry.
Those 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.