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Jimmy Buffett( James William Buffett )
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False Echoes (Havana 1921)
The skies over Cuba turned pink with the light And the waterfront ritual began to ignite All the ships in the harbor were warmed by the sun Twenty-fifth of November, 1921
On the old Chicamauga the Signal Jacks flew And the message they spelled out caused a great bally hoo Every ship in Havana then hoisted away All the pennants were 'a flyin' on my dad's first birthday
Enduring echoes call out from his past Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
Now his storybook childhood was not make believe On the decks of a tall ship he was taught to achieve Witnessed storms and starvation natural wonders and force Oh the life of a sailor steers a wanderin' course
Enduring echoes call out from his past Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
Well now life throws us curve balls we never can reach He gave up the ocean but he lived by the beach Where he raised up his family taught us all to survive Then the wind went away in 1995
Now the old Chicamauga has slipped by the ways She lies on the bottom of old Mobile Bay Where the ghosts of his father and his brother are near They protect him and tell him there's nothin' to fear Cause it's family tradition we take to the sea And it's a time in the future for Cameron and me
Enduring echoes call out from his past Time ain't for saving no time's not for that Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare
The skies over Cuba were warmed by the sun Twenty-fifth of November 1921
HIdden Track 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
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