Flying - Long John Baldry

I’m flying across the ocean and I’m soaring

Back home to the place I was born

You know that I’m flying across the mountains

And valleys, back home to the one that I love so much

Now don’t blame me for feeling homesick

I have been away for such a very long, long time

Lord, you know I served once in the county jail

And I feel strong for being hungry, tired and poor

On and on, guess I was born to run

With your buttons and bows

Yeah, with your buttons and bows

Yeah, with your buttons and bows

Yeah, with your buttons and bows

Yeah, with your buttons and bows

I’m flying across the ocean and I’m soaring

Back home to the place I was born

You know that I’m flying across the mountains

And valleys, back home to the one that I love and miss

On and on, guess I was born to run

With your buttons and bows

On and on, guess I was born to run

With your buttons and bows

On and on, guess I was born to run

With your buttons and bows

On and on, guess I was born to run

With your buttons and bows

Oh, with your buttons and bows

(On and on, guess I was born to run)

(With your buttons and bows)

Yeah, with your buttons and bows

On and on, guess I was born to run

With your buttons and bows

On and on, guess I was born to run

With your buttons and bows

On and on, guess I was born to run

With your buttons and bows