Lyrics

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'll fly whiskey, anything but guns
the bush league pilots, they just can't get the job done
Got to fly down into the canyon, ya' don't ever see the sun
There's no such thing as an easy run
For a treetop flyer

I'm flyin' low, I'm in high demand
Go fifteen feet over the Rio Grande
250 knots blow the mesquite right up of off the sand
Seldom seen, especially when I land
I'm a treetop flyer
Born Survivor

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 going to die, I ain't goin' to get caught,
See I'm a flyin' fool, in an aeroplane i'm hot
I'm a treetop flyer
Born survivor
I usually work alone