Airplane Blues - John Parish

Now, my man’s a pilot

On the Birmingham airplane line

I say my man’s a pilot

On the Birmingham airplane line

When he comes to see me

My man sure comes a-flying

I know that my flying man

Ain’t true to me

Yes, I know that my flying man

Ain’t true to me

But he’s as true

As any man can be

He takes me flying

Flying right up to the sky

Yeah, He takes me flying

Flying right up to the sky

When I’m ready with my man

Lord, he rides me so high

First he turns me over

Then he starts to loop-the-loop

First he turns me ovr

Then he starts to loop-the-loop

Taks a long time till his

Woos begin to droop

Now he flies me slow

He flies me fast

And I’m hoping and praying

He don’t run out of gas

So if he ain’t true

There’s nothing I’m gonna say

Cause' I ain’t gonna let a man

That good fly away