GOIN' BACK TO WHERE I COME FROM

I'm goin' back to where I come from
Where the honeysuckle smells so sweet
It darn nearm makes you sick.

I usta think my life was hum-drum,
But I sure have leared a lesson
That is bound to stick.

There ain't no use in my pretending
But the city just ain't no place
For a gal like me to end in.

I crawled away from every check ride,
Hurdled all the tees and stages,
Got with insturments & gages.
RON's were mighty pleasant
And our navigating efforts
Were a sight to see

Dew de dew dew dew dew dew dew dew dew do do do.

There ain't no use in my pretendin'
That the Army is the proper place
For a gal like me to end in.
I'm boin' bakc to where I come from
But I'll have my silver wings and Santiago Blues.

Dew de dew dew dew dew dew dew dew dew do do do.

When I grown old and have a grandson,
I'll tell him how I flew and watch his eyes bug out.
And you can bet that he'll believe me
And he'll do the same dern thing
When he grows up, no doubt.

That's how it goes. That's how it should be.
Cause he got if trom his grandma...HE WAS BORN TO FLY!

Dew de dew dew dew dew dew dew dew dew do do do.