Sky King

Intro: G

G
Every mornin at line you'd see him 
arrive
         C
He stood five-foot-six about 
one-eighty-five
          D
About as broad at the shoulder as he
 was at the hip
D/A                           
Everybody knew he didn't give a 
             G
shit, sky king


Now some say Sky was born in New 
Orleans
Where he built hisself a rotor on a 
sewing machine
Cut his teeth on a collective pitch
Old Sky was a low flyin son of a 
bitch, sky king

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    C
Sky King
    D
Sky King
          G
Short fat sky


And then came a day at Stage Field 
Nine
When his engine failed and men 
started cryin
And sirens screamed and hearts beat 
fast
And everybody thought he'd breathed 
his last, 'cept Sky

Well he pushed that collective on 
down through the floor
But the damn rotorblade wouldn't 
turn anymore
So his butt puckered up and with a 
frightening sound
He just sucked that old chopper up 
off of the ground, Sky King

G
The ship wasn't hurt but it took 
half the class
   C                            
To get the seat cover out of Sky 
                 G
King's ass, Sky King

CHORUS

G
Well they never reopened that 
landing strip
          C
They just put a marble stand on top 
of it
     D                              
    D (let ring)
And these few words are written on 
that thing
                                    
              G (let ring)
Ain't a butt that can pucker like 
old Sky King's