I'm a bootleg flyer, and I work alone.
I'm a radar hider, turn your head and I'm gone.
Gonna set her down easy on a dirt road. I'm gonna land her on sand. Moonshine on the Redwood Forest with money across my hand.
I'm a bootleg flyer, oh oh oh.
I'm a bootleg flyer, cargo in the back.
I'm a tree-top glider, I never leave the track.
Thrown over napalm, I've flown under fire and I go rain or sun.
In a world where no one knows me, I'm a motherless son.
I'm a bootleg flyer, oh oh.
I'm a bootleg flyer, and I work alone.
I got wings for hire, drive my load and I'm gone.
I'm a bootleg flyer and I work alone.
I'm a tree-top glider. Drive my load and I'm gone.
(end)
|
Switch to Russian 
