Dirk
Thornton thinks he's a goose.
It's all right, though, because we let him.
We all
know that gooses don't hurt nobody,
except themselves, sometimes.
Of we all do
admit that
Dirk's a little different.
Long about the first day
of winter every year for
as long as I can remember,
Dirk, like all good gooses,
decides to fly south.
Now he
goes home and he packs himself six or eight peanut
butter sandwiches and he puts them
in this brown paper sack.
He kisses his wife and his kids goodbye
and he walks about a
mile and a half from his house and climbs
up to the top of this big hill an d he jumps
off.
It's a kind of a beautiful sight to see dirt
come barreling off the top of that hill,
his arms a -flappin' in the breeze,
and the sound of them peanut
butter sandwiches
bangin' around inside that
brown paper bag,
well, I'll tell you,
it'll bring tears to your eyes.
Last winter,
Dirk flew, oh, about six feet
before he went and crashed in those peanut
butter sandwiches.
Dirk
Thornton thinks he's a goose.
It's all right, though,
cause we let him.
Valleys low and the mountains high,
Shores you are born, I'm gonna fly,
One of these days, I'm gonna fly.
Big girls weep, little girls cry,
It's always been, don't ask me why,
One of these days, I'm gonna fly.
To a place where men are free
To a place where it's all right to be
Just an average guy who likes to fly
Some folks cuss, some folks lie
Sure as you're born, I'm gonna fly
One of these days, I'm gonna fly
It's cold in
March, hot in
July
It's always been, don't ask me why
One of these days I'm gonna fly
To a place where men are free
To a place where it's alright to be
Just an average guy who
likes to fly
Big dogs bark, little dogs try
Sure as you're born, I'm gonna fly
One of these days I'm gonna fly
Some chickens lay, some chickens lie
It's always been, don't ask me why
One of these days I'm gonna fly
To a place where men are free
To a place where it's alright to be
Just an average guy
Who likes to fly?