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I Fly the Line I keep a close watch on these lands of mineI keep my eyes wide open all the timeDirecting air strikes is a specialty of mine,This sector's mine, I fly the line. Patrolling on the Plain of Jars really is greatIt's these out of country missions I appreciateI'll fly and fight anywhere and anytimeBecause they're mine, I fly the line. Small arms and 37s I don't sweatIt's fifty cal and ZPUs that I fretWhite puffs far away are a good signThis sector's mine, I fly the line. Armed with rockets and binoculars I goOut to see what I can see and hope to know,Where ol Charlie runs and hides and spends his timeThis sector's mine, I fly the line. When I find Charlie on the ground, I call for airThen I roll in to mark when they get thereHit my smoke and run in on the east-west lineThis sector's mine, I fly the line. This plane I fly is as old as Ho Chi Minh, himselfSometimes I wish they'd never took it off the shelfTwo hundred feet a minute rate of climb is fine.This sector's mine, I fly the line. I keep a close watch on these lands of mineI keep my eyes wide open all the timeDirecting air strikes is a specialty of mine,Raven's my callsign, I fly the line.
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