Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sky King , by - Kris Kristofferson. Song from the album Broken Freedom Song: Live from San Francisco, in the genre Музыка мираSky King |
| Every mornin at line you’d see him arrive |
| He stood five-foot-six about one-eighty-five |
| About as broad at the shoulder as he was at the hip |
| Everybody knew he didn’t give a 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 |
| Sky King |
| Sky King |
| 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 |
| The ship wasn’t hurt but it took half the class |
| To get the seat cover out of Sky King’s ass, Sky King |
| Well they never reopened that landing strip |
| They just put a marble stand on top of it |
| And these few words are written on that thing |
| Ain’t a butt that can pucker like old Sky King’s |