Airplane Blues

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