David Rawlings — Airplane

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Listen up to what I say
Fill your own cup if you’re tired of me
Can’t you see that life’s a bitch?
‘Cause you don’t want me, and
I can’t live
We’re heading low, heading mine
Out on a rope, we never had too much time
And you don’t know who, or how it feels
To go so slow, rolling on a rubber wheeze
But if I had an airplane, if I had wings
I’d go flying over every sorrowful thing
I’d fly to Tennessee just for the day
And lay me down easy, just to wind my blues away
If I had an airplane
If I had an airplane, if I had wings
I’d go flying over every sorrowful thing
I’d fly to Tennessee just for the day
And lay me down easy, just to wind my blues away
I’d fly to Tennessee just for the day
If I had an airplane