Sky King

	  		From the album "Broken Freedom Song: Live from San Fransisco."  I don't know if it's 
available elsewhere; I know he wrote it when he was in the Army, and they played it 
in Vietnam.   Funny song.   Enjoy. 
 
Intro: G 
 
G 
Every mornin at line you'd see him arrive 
         C 
He stood five-foot-six about one-eighty-five 
          D 
About as broad at the shoulder as he was at the hip 
D/A                                        G 
Everybody knew he didn't give a shit, sky king 
 
 
Now some say Sky was born in New Orleans 
Where he built hisself a rotor on a sewing machine 
Cut his teeth on a collective pitch 
Old Sky was a low flyin son of a bitch, sky king 

    C 
Sky King 
    D 
Sky King 
          G 
Short fat sky
 
 
 
And then came a day at Stage Field Nine 
When his engine failed and men started cryin 
And sirens screamed and hearts beat fast 
And everybody thought he'd breathed his last, 'cept Sky 
 
Well he pushed that collective on down through the floor 
But the damn rotorblade wouldn't turn anymore 
So his butt puckered up and with a frightening sound 
He just sucked that old chopper up off of the ground, Sky King 
 
G 
The ship wasn't hurt but it took half the class 
   C                                             G 
To get the seat cover out of Sky King's ass, Sky King 
 
CHORUS 
 
G 
Well they never reopened that landing strip 
          C 
They just put a marble stand on top of it 
     D                                  D (let ring) 
And these few words are written on that thing 
                                                  G (let ring) 
Ain't a butt that can pucker like old Sky King's