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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stephen Stills
Stephen Stills
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Stills
Stephen Stills
Songwriter

Songtexte

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 will fly any cargo that you can pay to run
These bush league pilots they just can't get the job done
You 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 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?"
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 that this is gonna be my last
I get the ship down, I tie her fast
And then some old boy walks up and he says "Hey son, wanna make some fast cash?"
Treetop flyer
Well there's things I am, and there's things I'm not
I'm a smuggler and I could get shot
Ain't going to die, I ain't goin' to get caught
You see I'm a flyin' fool and my aeroplane is just too hot
I'm a treetop flyer
Born survivor
Usually work alone
Written by: Stephen Stills
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