Tori Amos - American Pie Lyrics
In the streets the children screamedThe lovers cried, and the poets dreamedAnd not a word was spokenThe church bells all were brokenThe three men I admired mostThe father, son, and the holy ghostThey took the last train for the coastThe day the music diedThey were singing bye bye miss american pieI drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dryThem good ol boys were drinkin whiskey and ryeSinging thisll be the day that I die, thisll be the day that I dieAnd the three men I admired mostThe father, son, and the holy ghostThey took the last train for the coastThe day the music died