Lyrics:

I could be a rambler from the
Seven dials
I dont pay taxes cause I
Never file
I dont do business that dont
Make me smile
I love my aeroplane cause
She got style

Im a treetop flyer

Ill fly any cargo that
You can pay to run
The bush league pilots they just
Cant get the job done you got to
Fly down into the canyons you dont never see the sun
Theres no such thing as an
Easy run

For a treetop flyer

I fly low Im in
High demand
Go fifteen feet over the
Rio Grande
I blow the mesquite
Right up off of the sand Im
Seldom seen
Specially when I land

Im a treetop flyer
Born survivor

People been askin me whered ya learn to
Fly that way
Was over in Viet Nam
Chasin N.V.A.
The government taught me
An they taught me right
Stay down under the treeline
You might be all right

Treetop flyer

So Im comin home Im runnin
Low and fast
Promised my woman thisn gonna
Be my last
I get the ship down
I tie her fast
And then some ole boy walks up and he says
He son, wanna make some fast cash?

Treetop flyer

Well theres things I am and theres
Things Im not
Im a smuggler and I
Could get shot
I aint going to die
I aint going to get caught
You see Im a flyin fool
And the aeroplane
Is just too hot

Im a treetop flyer

Born survivor

Usually work alone