Treetop Flyer Chords

  			(intro) 
 
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I could be a rambler from the Seven Dials 
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I don't pay taxes 'cuz 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 'cuz she got style 
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I'm a treetop flyer 
 
 
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 
 
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 
 
(break- run on 3rd fret of all strings) 
 
The people they ask me, ``Where'd you learn to fly that way?" 
It's over in Vietnam chasin' N.V.A. 
The government taught me, and they taught me right 
Stay down under the tree line 
And you might be alright 
Treetop flyer 
 
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 
 
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