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Words and music by Bob Hartman
Dreamin' about flyin' since I was a boy
Never thought I'd see the real mccoy
I think it's safe to say
I finally found a way
Gonna fly away
Gonna fly away
Every day I've been looking in the sky
Hope it's not raining when I start to fly
I bet you think I'm strange
Wait until I'm changed
Gonna fly away
Gonna fly away
Where you gonna be when the trumpet blows?
All that's left of me is gonna be my clothes
I'd really like to see
You flyin' next to me
Gonna fly away
Gonna fly away