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We´re sitting on the runway while the engines blow
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Our 747´s gonna get the go
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I look across the field and see another jet
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In the cockpit is my buddy and we got a bet
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The tower gives the signal and we start to roll
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But I´ll make him eat my smoke before the story´s told
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Draggin´, draggin´ cross the U.S.A.
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Draggin´, draggin´ from New York to L.A.
At 40.000 feet the weather´s lokking fine
I´m waiting for the stew to bring my glass of wine
The nose is headed right into the setting sun
The throttle´s open wide to let the horses run
I´d like to take it easy on this easy ride
but I see my buddy gaining on the starboard side
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It´s tougher on the people riding back in coach
But I´ve got to beat my buddy to the final approach
Now we´re both into the pattern and we´re cleared to land
If I touch her down before him I´ll collect a grand
The flaps are all secured and now we´re homing in
And my 747 baby´s gonna win
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by: José Duarte
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