Flying With The King
It was Ansett 603
He sits down next to me
We were flying out across the Great Divide
Bound for WA
He shook my hand and said 'good day'
There I was, Slim Dusty by my side
I was flying with the king
Riding on the wind
A small town boy from nowhere
My head up in the clouds
All the times I heard him play
And here I was today
I was flying, I was flying with the king
Was Trumby riding slow
30,000 feet below
Way down there round a fire of gidgee coal
The desert stretching on
Home to countless Dusty songs
He was the man who walked a country mile
I was flying with the king
Riding on the wind
A small town boy from nowhere
My head up in the clouds
All the times I heard him play
And here I was today
I was flying, I was flying with the king
And before I knew the wheels touched down
He smiled and said "I'll see you round"
There was so much more to say but he was gone
And now he's gone
I was flying with the king
Riding on the wind
A small town boy from nowhere
My head up in the clouds
And all the times I heard him play
And here I was today
I was flying, I was flying with the king