Treetop Flyer |
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Treetop Flyer Lyrics |
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 [transcribed by Sean C]By Stephen Stills(?) I could be a rambler from the Seven Dials I don`t pay taxes `cause I never file I don`t do bid`ness that don`t make me smile I love my aeroplane `cause she`s got style I`m a treetop flyer Treetop flyer I fly any cargo that you can pay to run The bush league pilots, they just can`t get the job done You`ve got to fly down the canyon, don`t never see the sun There`s no such thing as an easy run I`m a treetop flyer Treetop flyer I fly low, I`m in high demand Go 15 feet over the Rio Grande I blow the mesquite right up off the sand I`m seldon seen, `specially when I land I`m a treetop flyer Born survivor Now people been askin` me where`d you learn to fly that way Was over in Vietnam, chasin` the NVA The government taught me, and they taught me right Stay down below the treeline and you`ll be alright I`m a treetop flyer Born survivor So I`m comin` home, I`m runnin` low and fast Promised my woman this is gonna be my last I get the ship down, I tie her fast And then some old boy wakes up, and he says, "Hey son, wanna make some fast cash?" I`m a treetop flyer Well there`s things I am And there`s things I am not Yes I`m a smuggler and I could get shot I ain`t gonna die, I ain`t going to get caught You see I`m a flying fool, and this aeroplane is, whoo, hot I`m a treetop flyer Born survivor Workin` alone |
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