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RIDGERUNNER
© 1988 Fly-By-Night Music (Ed Kilbourne)
Ridge runners, ridge runners, down on the trees,
Four fully loaded gliders in a 20 knot breeze.
Belts across your bodies, maps across your knees,
Pennsylvania through Virginia turn around in Tennessee.
Will you make it back home, ridge runner?
Will you make it back home, ridge runner?
Ridge runner, ridge runner, look up ahead,
Gap across the mountains and the sky looks very dead.
Get up off the deck and go for altitude instead,
Three miles can use 2000 feet that's what the handbook said.
And you'll make it back home, ridge runner.
You'll make it back home, ridge runner.
Four ridge runners getting lower in the sky,
Turnpoints in you cameras, but no one's very high,
Radios are silent, ain't got long to fly,
Half way down the mountain 'bout to kiss it all good bye.
You won't make it back home, ridge runner.
You won't make it back home, ridge runner.
Ridge runners, ridge runners, way up in the wave,
Jesus must be wondering just how you boys got saved,
Almost 6 feet under now you're dancing on your grave,
Ain't nothing like some altitude to make a man feel brave.
Now you'll make it back home, ridge runner.
You'll make it back home, ridge runner.
One more ridge to run and then the home field come in sight,
Redline in formation now to end this record flight,
Then it's put the planes away so you can stay up half the night,
And say "Can you believe tha cloudstreet boys, we must be livin' right!"
'Cause we made it back home, ridge runners.
Yes we made it back home, ridge runners.
Lyrics adjusted to match this performance & posted by Scare!
Ed\'s Soaring Albums may still be available on tape & CD.
The song above, "Ridge Runner", is part of the album "Cloudbase".