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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