There we were all in one place, a generation lost in space.
Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.
Bad news on the doorstep;I couldn’t take one more step
Not a word was spoken. The church bells all were broken.
You're going to be buying your ticket with your heartache, you're gonna be payin' the man with your dues. You're gonna be living alone when you hear that whistle moan, you're gonna be learnin' to live with the blues.
Bye, Bye Miss American Pie, drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry. Good old boys drinking whiskey and rye, singing, this'll be the day that I die.