1862
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye,
1863
Singing, “This’ll be the day that I die,”
1864
Yup, 1864, 'cause that’s the year it is!
1865
“This’ll be the day that I die.”
1866
I met a girl who sang the blues…
1867
And I asked her for some happy news,
1868
But she just smiled and turned away.
1869
I went down to the sacred store…
1870
Where I heard the music years before,
1871
But, the man there said the music wouldn’t play…
1872
And in the streets the children screamed,
1873
“A plane crashed into a field by our home and Ritchie Valens is still in there! Isn’t anybody going to do something?”
1874
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed,
1875
But not a word was spoken
1876
The church bells all were broken.
1877
And, the three men I admire most…
1878
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost…
1879
They caught the last train for the coast…
1880
The day the music died.
1881
Well I guess that killed it. Just like Charles Guiteau killed James A. Garfield in…
1881!