Saturday, June 18, 2005

STEPHEN STILLS lyrics - Treetop Flyer



I could be a rambler from the seven dials

I don't pay taxes 'cause I never file

I don't do business that don't make me smile

I love my aeroplane 'cause she's got style

I'm a treetop flyer



I'll fly any cargo, that you can pay to run the bush league pilots, they just can't get the job done

Got to fly down into the canyon, ya' don't ever see the sun

There's no such thing as an easy run

For a treetop flyer

I'm flyin' low, I'm in high demand



Go fifteen feet over the Rio Grande

I'll blow the mesquite right up of off the sand

Seldom seen, especially when I land

I'm a treetop flyer

Born Survivor



People been asking me, "Where'd you learn to fly that way?"

Ot was over in Vietnam, chasin' NVA

The government taught me, and they taught me right,

Stay down, under the treeline, you might be alright

Treetop flyer



So I'm comin' home, I'm runnin' low and fast

I promised my woman this is gonna be my last

I get the ship down, I tie her fast

Then some old boy walks 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'm not

I am a smuggler and I could get shot

I aint going to die, I ain't goin' to get caught,

See I'm a flyin' fool, in an aeroplane that's just too hot

I'm a treetop flyer

Born survivor

I usually work alone


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