American Pie (Live 1994)

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 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 We were singing Bye, bye, Miss American Pie I drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Good ol' boys were drinkin' 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 I took the last train for the coast The day the music died