David Jacobs-Strain - Treetop Flyer | Текст песни

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I could be a rambler from the seven dials
I don't pay taxes 'cause I never file
I love my aeroplane 'cause she's got style
I don't do business that don't make me smile
I'm a treetop flyer
I'm a soul survivor

I will fly any cargo that you can pay to run
These bush league pilots, they just can't get the job done
Got to fly down into the canyons, you'll never see the sun
There's no such thing as an easy run
For a treetop flyer
I'm a soul survivor

People been asking me, "Where'd you learn to fly that way?"
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
I'm a soul survivor

Well there's things I am, and there's things I'm not
I am a smuggler and I could get shot
Aint going to die, I ain't goin' to get caught,
See I'm a flyin' fool, in an aeroplane, just too hot
I'm a treetop flyer
I'm a soul survivor

So I'm comin' home, I'm runnin' low and fast
I promised my woman this is gonna be my last
I get the shit down, I tie it fast
Then some old boy walks up, and he says
"Hey son want to make some fast cash?"
I'm a treetop flyer
I'm a soul survivor

Usually work alone

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