Hummingbird Flyer

(by K. Brown)

 

Tires on the whiteline
listen to 'em sing
Elvis on the radio
before he was The King
singin' That's Alright Mama
and man I’m goin’ higher
Wheels got to rollin’
It’s the Hummingbird Flyer

Roll on bird
man I'm goin' higher
Commited true believers
on that flyer

That bird rocks back and forth
Her music in the air
Got the sweetest sound this side of Graceland
Joyful everywhere
Tomorrow it won’t matter
If you’re broke and on the street
wheels got to roll on
To that Hummingbird’s beat

Roll on bird
man I'm goin' higher
Commited true believers
on that Hummingbird flyer

Take that long, lonesome ride
Until you find your glory
In the church of Mother Country Music
You will write your story
With a pocket full of songs
Boy believe in your own dream
Tonight you’re flyin’ high
gone ridin' with the King

The bird she keeps on flyin
She sings a song of truth
Of the many who have passed this way
Her music’s living proof
Tomorrow it won’t matter
If you ended up long gone
Those wheels just keep on rollin’
To that Hummingbird’s song

Roll on bird
man I'm goin' higher
Commited true believer
on that Hummingbird flyer

(Chorus)

Feel those wheels a rollin’
The Hummingbird flyer

Catch the last train to Memphis
On the Hummingbird flyer



Note: This isn't necessarily the first song I ever wrote ... but it is pretty close to that. There may have been one or two others long gone now ... I'd say this song was inspired by my acquiring the guitar of the same name. (Everybody writes an ode to their guitar ... don't they?)  Although recorded here on a completely different guitar ... go figure ...