bootleg flyer

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. 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. i'm a bootleg flyer

and i work alone

i got wings for hire

drop my load and i'm gone

i'm a bootleg flyer and i work alone

i'm a tree-top glider

drop my load and i'm gone