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

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I'm a treetop flier

I will fly any cargo you can pay to run
These bush league pilots just can't get the job done
Got to fly down into the canyons, never see the sun
There's no such thing as an easy run

For a treetop flier

I'm flyin' low, I'm in high demand
Go fifteen feet over the Rio Grande
Blow the mesquite right up off the sand
Seldom seen, especially when I land

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Born Survivor

People ask me, "Where'd you learn to fly that way?"
Over in Vietnam, chasin' NVA
The government taught me, and they taught me right,
Stay under the treeline, and you might come out alright

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So I'm Comin' home, I'm runnin' low and fast
Promised my woman this one's gonna be my last
Get the ship down, and I tie her fast
Then some old boy walks up, says " Hey son, you wanna make some fast cash?"

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Well there's things I am and there's things I'm not
I am a smuggler and I could get shot
But I gonna die, I ain't goin' to get caught,
'Cause I'm a flyin' fool and my aeroplane is just too hot

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Born survivor

Writer : STILLS
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC