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• Artiste: Ted Wesley
• Titre: Bush Plane
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(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) I've been out here half the winter workin' on this God-forsaken survey line A foreman's job on Melville Island, seems like it's been a whole lifetime And today's the day I'm leavin', but I'm findin' very little cause to smile 'Cause there's blowin' snow and crosswinds; visibility's a quarter of a mile The men who fly those little planes are heroes of our country's last frontier (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) They jog, walk, and laugh and talk, and confidence says you've got nothing to fear (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) They risk their lives to bring supplies, mail and catalogues from Simpson's Sears But the skies socked in on Melville island ain't been this lonely, friends, for years Beaver, Otter, Beachcraft, Cessna One-Eight-Two Thirty thousand people countin' on you Bush plane a-comin', I hear you whinin' in the wind I've seen them do things with those planes I'm sure, friends, no normal man would do (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) I've seen them landing with their floats on tall grasses wet with morning dew (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) I've seen them landing in the willows, landing on the frozen sandbars too But by the skies socked in on Melville Island, ain't no way to of made it through Pick up my gear and walk back to camp, I guess there's nothing more that I can do (I can do) Then a dog starts barking, and I said, "My God, can it be true?" (Can it be true?) I hear him now above the clouds, lookin' for a hole to fly on through I see him now, this pretty Beachcraft, gonna bring this boy on home to you Beaver, Otter, Beachcraft, Cessna One-Eight-Two Thirty thousand people countin' on you Bush plane a-comin', I hear you whinin' in the wind Beaver, Otter, Beachcraft, Cessna One-Eight-Two Thirty thousand people countin' on you Bush plane a-comin', I hear you whinin' In the wind (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)