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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 I'm a treetop flyer 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 I'm a treetop flier 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 Letras de canciones I'm a treetop flier 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?" I'm a treetop flyer 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 I'm a treetop flier Born survivor From Letras Mania