I am Old Bush Pilot-Robin Hopper
Robin Hopper sent this tab to me; it is the way she sings
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I¹m (C) just an old bush (C7) pilot, the (F) blue sky is my (C) home.
I fly the wild (Am) vastness, from (D7) Fort Yukon to (G) Nome.
And (F) like the soaring (C) eagle, the (Dm7) wind it (G) calls to (C) me.
I (C) learned when I was (C7) young, to (F) fly by the seat of my (C) pants.
Got no use for (Am) radar, and I¹ve (D7) got no need for (G) maps.
I (C) use the wild (C7) rivers, and I (F) read that frozen (E7) land.
I re - (F) ly on what they (C) tell me, and (Dm7) on my (G) steady (C) hand.
Well, I (F) fly all kind of weather, and (E7) it¹s a thankless (Am) job.
I¹m (D7) kissin¹ all the treetops, and I¹m (G) playing tag with God.
I¹m l (F) l oaded a little (C) heavy, and my (E7) fuel is runnin¹ (Am) low.
But the (C) folks down in the (Am) village, they (Dm7) count on (G) me, I (C) know.
I (C) make all kinds of (C7) landings, but (F) none that I make are (C) bad.
As long as I can (Am) walk away, it¹s the (D7) best I ever (G) had.
And (C) when she noses (C7) over, well I (F) do what I can (E7) do
To (F) get her in the (C) air again, and (Dm7) land her (G) safely, (C) too.
I (F) fly those mountain passes, you can (E7) hear my motor (Am) whine.
As (D7) long as there¹s air below me, well, I (G) know I¹m doin¹ fine.
The (F) clouds float past my (C) wingtips, and the (E7) world is total (Am) white.
Thank (C) God, I¹ve got my (Am) gauges, they¹ll (Dm7) bring me (G) in to - (C) night.
I¹m (C) just an old bush (C7) pilot, the (F) blue sky is my (C) home.
I (C) fly the wild (Am) vastness, from (D7) Fort Yukon to (G) Nome.
And (F) like the soaring (C) eagle, the (Dm7) wind it (G) calls to (C) me.
And (C) like the soaring (Am) eagle, the (Dm7) wind it (G) calls to (C) me.
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