American Pie

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died

I started singing, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "This will be the day that I die"
"This will be the day that I die"

I met a girl who sang the blues
I asked her for some happy news but
She just smiled and walked away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
But in the streets, the children screamed
The lovers cried, 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 Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast the day the music died
And now I'm singing

Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "This will be the day that I die"
"This will be the day that I die"
And now I'm singin', bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "This will be the day that I die"
"This will be the day that I die"