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

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

He takes me flying, flying, right up to the sky

When I'm riding 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 over then he starts to loop the loop

Takes a long long time till his whoops begin to droop

He flies me slow, he flies me fast

And I'm hoping, I'm 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 him burn that good flight away