I met a girl who sang the blues...
 

I asked her for some happy news.
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store, where I heard the music years before, but the man there said the music wouldn't play. 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 the most, the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost, they caught the last train for the coast the day the music died. They were singing

Bye bye Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy y to the levee. But the levee was dry. Them good ole-boys were drinking, whiskey and rye singing, "This'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die."

American Pie and the Armageddon Bible Prophecy...

I was a lonley teenage bronkin buck with a pink carnation and a pick-up truck :)