[transcribed by Sean C]

By Stephen Stills(?) 

I could be a rambler from the Seven Dials 

I don't pay taxes 'cause I never file 

I don't do bid'ness that don't make me smile 

I love my aeroplane 'cause she's got style 



I'm a treetop flyer 

Treetop flyer 



I fly any cargo that you can pay to run 

The bush league pilots, they just can't get the job done 

You've got to fly down the canyon, don't never see the sun 

There's no such thing as an easy run 



I'm a treetop flyer 

Treetop flyer 



I fly low, I'm in high demand 

Go 15 feet over the Rio Grande 

I blow the mesquite right up off the sand 

I'm seldon seen, 'specially when I land 



I'm a treetop flyer 

Born survivor 



Now people been askin' me where'd you learn to fly that way 

Was over in Vietnam, chasin' the NVA 

The government taught me, and they taught me right 

Stay down below the treeline and you'll be alright 



I'm a treetop flyer 

Born survivor 



So I'm comin' home, I'm runnin' low and fast 

Promised my woman this is gonna be my last 

I get the ship down, I tie her fast 

And then some old boy wakes up, and he says, "Hey son, 

wanna make some fast cash?" 



I'm a treetop flyer 



Well there's things I am 

And there's things I am not 

Yes I'm a smuggler and I could get shot 

I ain't gonna die, I ain't going to get caught 

You see I'm a flying fool, and this aeroplane is, whoo, hot 



I'm a treetop flyer 

Born survivor 

Workin' alone