I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where Id heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldnt play And in the streets, the children screamed The lovers cried and 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 the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died And they were singin bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye Singin Thisll be the day that I die Thisll be the day that I die
Posted on: Wed, 27 Aug 2014 05:55:21 +0000
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