False Echoes (Havana 1921) - Jimmy Buffett

The skies over Cuba turned pink with the light

And the waterfront ritual began to ignite

All the ships in the harbor were warmed by the sun

Twenty-fifth of November, 1921

On the old Chicamauga the Signal Jacks flew

And the message they spelled out caused a great bally hoo

Every ship in Havana then hoisted away

All the pennants were 'a flyin' on my dad’s first birthday

Enduring echoes call out from his past

Time ain’t for savin' no time’s not for that

Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire

He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare

Now his storybook childhood was not make believe

On the decks of a tall ship he was taught to achieve

Witnessed storms and starvation natural wonders and force

Oh the life of a sailor steers a wanderin' course

Enduring echoes call out from his past

Time ain’t for savin' no time’s not for that

Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire

He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare

Well now life throws us curve balls we never can reach

He gave up the ocean but he lived by the beach

Where he raised up his family taught us all to survive

Then the wind went away in 1995

Now the old Chicamauga has slipped by the ways

She lies on the bottom of old Mobile Bay

Where the ghosts of his father and his brother are near

They protect him and tell him there’s nothin' to fear

Cause it’s family tradition we take to the sea

And it’s a time in the future for Cameron and me

Enduring echoes call out from his past

Time ain’t for saving no time’s not for that

Chasing false echoes like a lost legionnaire

He waltzes on memories while he fades like a flare

The skies over Cuba were warmed by the sun

Twenty-fifth of November 1921

HIdden Track

I could be a rambler from the seven dials

I don’t pay taxes 'cause I never file

I don’t do bid’ness that don’t make me smile

I love my aeroplane 'cause she’s got style

I’m a treetop flyer

Treetop flyer

I fly any cargo that you can pay to run

The bush league pilots, they just can’t get the job done

You’ve got to fly down the canyon, don’t never see the sun

There’s no such thing as an easy run

I’m a treetop flyer

Treetop flyer

I fly low, I’m in high demand

Go 15 feet over the rio grande

I blow the mesquite right up off the sand

I’m seldon seen, 'specially when I land

I’m a treetop flyer

Born survivor

Now people been askin' me where’d you learn to fly that way

Was over in vietnam, chasin' the nva

The government taught me, and they taught me right

Stay down below the treeline and you’ll be alright

I’m a treetop flyer

Born survivor

So I’m comin' home, I’m runnin' low and fast

Promised my woman this is gonna be my last

I get the ship down, I tie her fast

And then some old boy wakes up, and he says, «hey son,

Wanna make some fast cash?

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I’m a treetop flyer

Well there’s things I am

And there’s things I am not

Yes I’m a smuggler and I could get shot

I ain’t gonna die, I ain’t going to get caught

You see I’m a flying fool, and this aeroplane is, whoo, hot

I’m a treetop flyer

Born survivor

Workin' alone