it was ansett 603 he sits down next to me we were flyin out across the great divide bound for wa he shook my hand and said g day there i was slim dusty by my side i was flyin with the king ridin on the wind a small town boy from nowhere my head up in the clouds all the times i heard him play and here i was today i was flyin i was flyin with the king was trumby ridin slow 30 000 feet below way down there round a fire of gidgee coal the desert stretchin on home to countless dusty songs he was the man who walked a country mile i was flyin with the king ridin on the wind a small town boy from nowhere my head up in the clouds all the times i heard him play and here i was today i was flyin i was flyin with the king before i knew the wheels touched down he smiled and said i ll see you round there was so much more to say but he was gone and now he s gone i was flyin with the king ridin on the wind a small town boy from nowhere my head up in the clouds all the times i heard him play and here i was today i was flyin i was flyin with the king