I Fly the Line
I keep a close watch on these lands of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
Directing air strikes is a specialty of mine,
This sector's mine, I fly the line.
Patrolling on the Plain of Jars really is great
It's these out of country missions I appreciate
I'll fly and fight anywhere and anytime
Because they're mine, I fly the line.
Small arms and 37s I don't sweat
It's fifty cal and ZPUs that I fret
White puffs far away are a good sign
This sector's mine, I fly the line.
Armed with rockets and binoculars I go
Out to see what I can see and hope to know,
Where ol Charlie runs and hides and spends his time
This sector's mine, I fly the line.
When I find Charlie on the ground, I call for air
Then I roll in to mark when they get there
Hit my smoke and run in on the east-west line
This sector's mine, I fly the line.
This plane I fly is as old as Ho Chi Minh, himself
Sometimes I wish they'd never took it off the shelf
Two 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 mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
Directing air strikes is a specialty of mine,
Raven's my callsign, I fly the line.