I'm a bootleg flyer, and I work alone. I'm a radar hider, turn your head and I'm gone. Gonna set her down easy on a dirt road. I'm gonna land her on sand. Moonshine on the Redwood Forest with money across my hand. I'm a bootleg flyer, oh oh oh. I'm a bootleg flyer, cargo in the back. I'm a tree-top glider, I never leave the track. Thrown over napalm, I've flown under fire and I go rain or sun. In a world where no one knows me, I'm a motherless son. I'm a bootleg flyer, oh oh. I'm a bootleg flyer, and I work alone. I got wings for hire, drop my load and I'm gone. I'm a bootleg flyer and I work alone. I'm a tree-top glider. Drop my load and I'm gone.