| Left New York this morning early
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| Traveling south so wide and high
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| Sailing through the wide blue yonder
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| It’s that air mail special on the fly
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| Listen to the motors humming
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| She is streaking through the sky
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| Like a bird that’s flying homeward
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| It’s that air mail special on the fly
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| Over plains and high dark mountains
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| Over rivers deep and wide
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| Carrying mail to California
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| It’s that air mail special on the fly
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| Watch her circle for the landing
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| Hear her moan and cough and sigh
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| Now she’s coming down the runway
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| It’s that air mail special on the fly |