Treetop Flyer

Intro

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(Note: use general Travis-picking style throughout)

Verse 1

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I could be a rambler from the Seven Dials

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I don't pay taxes 'cause I never file

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

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I love my aeroplane 'cause she got style

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I'm a treetop flyer

Verse 2

I fly any cargo that you can pay to run

The bush league pilots, they just can't get the job done

You've got to fly down into the canyons

You don't ever see the sun

There's no such thing as an easy run

Oh, treetop flyer

Verse 3

I fly low, I'm in high demand

I go 15 feet over the Rio Grande

I blow the mesquite right up off of the sand

Seldom seen, especially when I land

I'm a treetop flyer, born survivor

(Instrumental Break - this is essentially a run on 3rd frets of all strings)

Verse 4

The people they ask me, "Where'd you learn to fly that way?"

It's over in Vietnam chasin' NVA

The government taught me, and they taught me right

Stay down under the tree line

And you might be alright

Treetop flyer

Verse 5

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

And then somebody walks up and says

"Hey son, wanna make some fast cash?"

Treetop flyer

Verse 6

Well, there's things I am and there's things I'm not

I am a smuggler and I could get shot

I ain't gonna die, I ain't gonna get caught

You see, I'm a flyin' fool in an aeroplane

I'm just too hot

I'm a treetop flyer, born survivor

(Instrumental Break)

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