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From a lonely little airstrip itâs always a long trip
To the far away outposts and back
The cloud coverâs high and the barometerâs on the rise
As I look to the tattered wind sack
In the first light of day Iâll be winging away
To a place where I always feel free
Away on my route Iâll be thinking of you
Sweetheart donât worry âbout me
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I fly an airplane across the barren terrein
I bring supplies and the mail
Way out on the brink I might be the only link
So may the fair skies prevail
Twenty-one years high above the frontier
Somehow I always made it through
Iâm an Arctic aviator and a Northern navigator
And a first rate bush pilot backaroo
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I trust my instincts on shortfield landings
Through sleet and snow and overloads
Iâve flown Norsemen and Beavers and everything in between
On wheels, on skis, and on floats
Instrumental
It was the brothers Wright who first brought us flight
And it took my feet right off the ground
High up in the wind where the birds had only been
To a world up there among the clouds
But always beware and always take care
Icarus flew too close to the sun
Sweetheart donât worry that wonât happen to me
My silver wings are made from aluminum
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