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(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)I've been out here half the winter workin' on this God-forsaken survey lineA foreman's job on Melville Island, seems like it's been a whole lifetimeAnd today's the day I'm leavin', but I'm findin' very little cause to smile'Cause there's blowin' snow and crosswinds; visibility's a quarter of a mileThe men who fly those little planes are heroes of our country's last frontier (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)They jog, walk, and laugh and talk, and confidence says you've got nothing to fear (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)They risk their lives to bring supplies, mail and catalogues from Simpson's SearsBut the skies socked in on Melville island ain't been this lonely, friends, for yearsBeaver, Otter, Beachcraft, Cessna One-Eight-TwoThirty thousand people countin' on youBush plane a-comin', I hear you whinin' in the windI've seen them do things with those planes I'm sure, friends, no normal man would do (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)I've seen them landing with their floats on tall grasses wet with morning dew (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)I've seen them landing in the willows, landing on the frozen sandbars tooBut by the skies socked in on Melville Island, ain't no way to of made it throughPick up my gear and walk back to camp, I guess there's nothing more that I can do (I can do)Then a dog starts barking, and I said, "My God, can it be true?" (Can it be true?)I hear him now above the clouds, lookin' for a hole to fly on throughI see him now, this pretty Beachcraft, gonna bring this boy on home to youSongtexteBeaver, Otter, Beachcraft, Cessna One-Eight-TwoThirty thousand people countin' on youBush plane a-comin', I hear you whinin' in the windBeaver, Otter, Beachcraft, Cessna One-Eight-TwoThirty thousand people countin' on youBush plane a-comin', I hear you whinin'In the wind(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Aus Songtexte Mania