Bye-bye, miss American pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee.
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye.
Singing, this’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die.
Drove my Chevy to the levee.
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye.
Singing, this’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die.
