Old Bush Pilot

C C7 F C I?m just an old bush pilot, the blue sky is my home. Am D7 G I fly the wild vastness, from Fort Yukon to Nome. C C7 F E7 From Juneau to Point Barrow, over snow and land and sea, F C Dm7 G C And like the soaring eagle, the wind it calls to me. C C7 F C I learned when I was young, to fly by the seat of my pants. Am D7 G Got no use for radar, and I?ve got no need for maps. C C7 F E7 I use the wild rivers, and I read that frozen land. F C Dm7 G C I re - ly on what they tell me, and on my steady hand. F E7 Am Well, I fly all kind of weather, and it?s a thankless job. D7 G I?m kissin? all the treetops, and I?m playing tag with God. F C E7 Am I?m l l oaded a little heavy, and my fuel is runnin? low. C Am Dm7 G C But the folks down in the village, they count on me, I know. C C7 F C I make all kinds of landings, but none that I make are bad. Am D7 G As long as I can walk away, it?s the best I ever had. C C7 F E7 And when she noses over, well I do what I can do F C Dm7 G C To get her in the air again, and land her safely, too. F E7 Am I fly those mountain passes, you can hear my motor whine. D7 G As long as there?s air below me, well, I know I?m doin? fine. F C E7 Am The clouds float past my wingtips, and the world is total white. C Am Dm7 G C Thank God, I?ve got my gauges, they?ll bring me in to - night. C C7 F C I?m just an old bush pilot, the blue sky is my home. C Am D7 G I fly the wild vastness, from Fort Yukon to Nome. C C7 F E7 From Juneau to Point Barrow, over snow and land and sea, F C Dm7 G C And like the soaring eagle, the wind it calls to me. C Am Dm7 G C And like the soaring eagle, the wind it calls to me.