i m a bootleg flyer and i work alone i m a radar hider turn your head and i m gone gonna set her down easy on a dirt road i m gonna land her on sand moonshine on the redwood forest with money across my hand i m a bootleg flyer oh oh oh i m a bootleg flyer cargo in the back i m a tree top glider i never leave the track thrown over napalm i ve flown under fire and i go rain or sun in a world where no one knows me i m a motherless son i m a bootleg flyer oh oh i m a bootleg flyer and i work alone i got wings for hire drop my load and i m gone i m a bootleg flyer and i work alone i m a tree top glider drop my load and i m gone