The Flyboy & the Kid
May the wind be at your back and the world sit at your feet?
May you waltz across Wyoming with a rose clutched in your teeth?
May the answers to your questions fall like raindrops right on cue?
May you set up shop in Heaven 'fore the Devil knows you're due?
Ooh, here's to love
Here's to life
All the fair and tender ladies, and the plain dirt farmer's wife
Yeah, here's to you
Here's to me
Some ol' mad dog mountain fly boy and the kid from Tennessee
May your nights be filled with laughter and your days with honest work?
May you wake up smelling roses when you're face down in the dirt?
If you had the sense to come in when the storm clouds start to grow
Then you wouldn't be my right hand and the best friend that I know
Ooh, here's to life
Here's to love
When your heart beats like a lion and your shoes fit like a glove
Yeah, here's to you
Here's to me
Some ol' mad dog mountain fly boy and the kid from Tennessee
May you always stay in touch with the things that keep you young?
And when you're staring at injustice, may you never bite your tongue?
May the bear tracks, in your future, find you downwind in a glade?
Where the grass as green as absinthe comes in 40 different shades
Ooh, here's to love
Here's to life
All the fair and tender ladies, and the old fishmonger's wife
Yeah, here's to you
Here's to me
Some ol' mad dog mountain fly boy and the kid from Tennessee
Yeah, set 'em up, drinks for free
It's the mad dog mountain fly boy and the kid from Tennessee
May you waltz across Wyoming with a rose clutched in your teeth?
May the answers to your questions fall like raindrops right on cue?
May you set up shop in Heaven 'fore the Devil knows you're due?
Ooh, here's to love
Here's to life
All the fair and tender ladies, and the plain dirt farmer's wife
Yeah, here's to you
Here's to me
Some ol' mad dog mountain fly boy and the kid from Tennessee
May your nights be filled with laughter and your days with honest work?
May you wake up smelling roses when you're face down in the dirt?
If you had the sense to come in when the storm clouds start to grow
Then you wouldn't be my right hand and the best friend that I know
Ooh, here's to life
Here's to love
When your heart beats like a lion and your shoes fit like a glove
Yeah, here's to you
Here's to me
Some ol' mad dog mountain fly boy and the kid from Tennessee
May you always stay in touch with the things that keep you young?
And when you're staring at injustice, may you never bite your tongue?
May the bear tracks, in your future, find you downwind in a glade?
Where the grass as green as absinthe comes in 40 different shades
Ooh, here's to love
Here's to life
All the fair and tender ladies, and the old fishmonger's wife
Yeah, here's to you
Here's to me
Some ol' mad dog mountain fly boy and the kid from Tennessee
Yeah, set 'em up, drinks for free
It's the mad dog mountain fly boy and the kid from Tennessee
Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Crowell
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