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Flyin' High (Mickey Gilley) · Flyin' the Flannel (fIREHOSE) · Flyin' Home (1942-1945) (Lionel Hampton) · Flyin' the Flannel (fIREHOSE) · Flyin High [Remastered] (Blackfoot) · Texas Bound and Flyin' (Jerry Reed) · The Best of Flyin' Hawaiian, Vol. 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Flyin' Home and Other Showstopping Favorites (Lionel Hampton) · Flyin' Shoes [Germany Bonus Tracks] (Townes Van Zandt) · Flyin' High (Jerry Reed) – and 46 other albums »


The first time I saw you passing by
To me it was much more than a notion It was the fire in your eyes

Flyin' high on a good thing
Flyin' high on your
me baby, you make me thrill 
Oh William-William, just say you will 

Will you William will you take me by the hand 
Keep me William won't you,
time I saw you passing by, whoa
To me it was much more than a notion
It was the fire in your eyes

Flyin' high on a feelin'
Flyin' high
Flyin' high
flyin' by
I believe I saw the light Hank Williams saw

[Chorus]
Oh the sky is blue 'cause it misses the stars
And my heart understands
To tell you
And I ain't gonna call Hank Williams...
[ guitar ]
Hank sang it all right from the heart took the whole world by surprise
Stood right next to Elvis in
I ain't gonna call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore
Even though I know what all his daddy done before
Hank weighs close to 200 pounds and he
time I saw you passing by, whoa
To me it was much more than a notion
It was the fire in your eyes

Flyin' high on a good thing
Flyin' high on your
time I saw you passing by, whoa
To me it was much more than a notion
It was the fire in your eyes

Flyin' high on a good thing
Flyin' high on your
of Oranj 

Says I bastard
He is deranged, I am William of Oranj
Go insane in Holland!
I can't wait to taste anthrax turf again
Big Wren: homage Oranj
Music put to a great poem by William Blake
A bit on the artsy fartsy side 7 years later,
but cool at the time
Pitched down to Swans territory,
stopped by today
At Hank Williams's grave
My hero from the days of my youth
Was that him or me
That I used to be
In the times when I searched for
He had folks all scared to death, when he walked by they all held 
their breath 
He was a fighting man, sure enough 

Now Bill got himself a wife,
Make Rose start to rain 
And Willie takes her hand 
It's getting late and the little ones yawn 
They're ready for Christmas day 
William and Rose by
And Willie takes her hand It's getting late and the little ones yawn They're ready for Christmas day William and Rose by the light of the embers Kiss
As we rode out to Fennario, as we rode on to Fennario
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
And called her by a name, pretty Peggy-O.
[Chorus]
As we march down to Fannerio
As we march down to Fannerio
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
And we called her by her name
[Chorus]
As we march down to Fannerio
As we march down to Fannerio
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
And we called her by her name
the whole town scared to death
When he walked by, they all held their breath
He's a fightin' man, sure enough
And then Bill got himself a wife, now he leads
Wills - Cherokee Maiden; Buck Owens - Tiger By The Tail; Hank Williams - goes without sayin'. Now that's what I'm dob

Yes sir, that's what I'm talking
Are blowin' in the wind
These must be the flags of freedom flyin'

Church bells are ringin'
As the families stand and wave
Some of them are cryin'
A postcard of Byron by the bed
It's a reminder of every word that he said
To die in the arms of a twenty year old
A figure of porcelain with moves
Fear took down the winged life
The winged life we've led
So kiss the joy as it goes by
Poet William said
Blake the poet said

CHORUS
Cause
walked by they held their breath
He was a mighty man sure enough
Now Bill took himself a wife
Now he's a different guy

Big Bad Bill is sweet William
like a dove.
F see
They call her by name pretty Peggy-o.

see Am F see
What will your mother think pretty Peggy-o?
See Em Am Em
What will your mother
HEART TO HEART TALK
WITH LEONA WILLIAMS
WRITER LEE ROSS

How foolish can you be to be ruled by jealousy
Could you throw away what was planned
Why