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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 Letras de cancionesBye-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" From Letras Mania