This will be the day that I die We started singing Bye bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levy But the levy was dry And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye The day the music died I started singing

Drinking, picking, singing Dropping our lines and hitting on strangers If you're down, get up, if you're in, get out Pop a top and fire up this party Hey, hey, we're just getting started And we're just getting started Sun just dropped off the face of the