Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
I am Old Bush Pilot-Robin Hopper
Robin Hopper sent this tab to me; it is the way she sings
It on her album: Up On A Mountain Top
bluerabbit10
C C7 F C
I?m just an old bush pilot, the blue sky is my home.
Am D7 G
I fly the wild vastness, from Fort Yukon to Nome.
C C7 F E7
From Juneau to Point Barrow, over snow and land and sea,
F C Dm7 G C
And like the soaring eagle, the wind it calls to me.
C C7 F C
I learned when I was young, to fly by the seat of my pants.
Am D7 G
Got no use for radar, and I?ve got no need for maps.
C C7 F E7
I use the wild rivers, and I read that frozen land.
F C Dm7 G C
I re - ly on what they tell me, and on my steady hand.
F E7 Am
Well, I fly all kind of weather, and it?s a thankless job.
D7 G
I?m kissin? all the treetops, and I?m playing tag with God.
F C E7 Am
I?m l l oaded a little heavy, and my fuel is runnin? low.
C Am Dm7 G C
But the folks down in the village, they count on me, I know.
C C7 F C
I make all kinds of landings, but none that I make are bad.
Am D7 G
As long as I can walk away, it?s the best I ever had.
C C7 F E7
And when she noses over, well I do what I can do
F C Dm7 G C
To get her in the air again, and land her safely, too.
F E7 Am
I fly those mountain passes, you can hear my motor whine.
D7 G
As long as there?s air below me, well, I know I?m doin? fine.
F C E7 Am
The clouds float past my wingtips, and the world is total white.
C Am Dm7 G C
Thank God, I?ve got my gauges, they?ll bring me in to - night.
C C7 F C
I?m just an old bush pilot, the blue sky is my home.
C Am D7 G
I fly the wild vastness, from Fort Yukon to Nome.
C C7 F E7
From Juneau to Point Barrow, over snow and land and sea,
F C Dm7 G C
And like the soaring eagle, the wind it calls to me.
C Am Dm7 G C
And like the soaring eagle, the wind it calls to me.
Robin Hopper sent this tab to me; it is the way she sings
It on her album: Up On A Mountain Top
bluerabbit10
C C7 F C
I?m just an old bush pilot, the blue sky is my home.
Am D7 G
I fly the wild vastness, from Fort Yukon to Nome.
C C7 F E7
From Juneau to Point Barrow, over snow and land and sea,
F C Dm7 G C
And like the soaring eagle, the wind it calls to me.
C C7 F C
I learned when I was young, to fly by the seat of my pants.
Am D7 G
Got no use for radar, and I?ve got no need for maps.
C C7 F E7
I use the wild rivers, and I read that frozen land.
F C Dm7 G C
I re - ly on what they tell me, and on my steady hand.
F E7 Am
Well, I fly all kind of weather, and it?s a thankless job.
D7 G
I?m kissin? all the treetops, and I?m playing tag with God.
F C E7 Am
I?m l l oaded a little heavy, and my fuel is runnin? low.
C Am Dm7 G C
But the folks down in the village, they count on me, I know.
C C7 F C
I make all kinds of landings, but none that I make are bad.
Am D7 G
As long as I can walk away, it?s the best I ever had.
C C7 F E7
And when she noses over, well I do what I can do
F C Dm7 G C
To get her in the air again, and land her safely, too.
F E7 Am
I fly those mountain passes, you can hear my motor whine.
D7 G
As long as there?s air below me, well, I know I?m doin? fine.
F C E7 Am
The clouds float past my wingtips, and the world is total white.
C Am Dm7 G C
Thank God, I?ve got my gauges, they?ll bring me in to - night.
C C7 F C
I?m just an old bush pilot, the blue sky is my home.
C Am D7 G
I fly the wild vastness, from Fort Yukon to Nome.
C C7 F E7
From Juneau to Point Barrow, over snow and land and sea,
F C Dm7 G C
And like the soaring eagle, the wind it calls to me.
C Am Dm7 G C
And like the soaring eagle, the wind it calls to me.
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