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Left New York this morning early |
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Traveling south, so wide and high |
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Sailing through the wide blue yonder |
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It's that Airmail Special on the fly |
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Listen to the motors humming |
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She is streaking through the sky |
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Like a bird that's flying homeward |
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It's that Airmail Special on the fly |
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Over plains and high dark mountains |
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Over rivers deep and wide |
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Carrying mail to California |
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It's that Airmail Special on the fly |
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Watch her circle for the landing |
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Hear her moan and cough and sigh |
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Now she's coming down the runway |
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It's that Airmail Special on the fly |
