Intro:   G G G7 G7 
 
      G                               G7  
We´re sitting on the runway while the engines blow 
    G           G7   
Our 747´s gonna get the go 
  G                              G7  
I look across the field and see another jet 
       G                          G7 
In the cockpit is my buddy and we got a bet 
    C                             Am 
The tower gives the signal and we start to roll 
         C                                                       D    D7   
But I´ll make him eat my smoke before the story´s told 
 
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C         Am                     G  
Draggin´, draggin´ cross the U.S.A. 
C         Am                          G 
Draggin´, draggin´ from New York to L.A. 
 
At 40.000 feet the weather´s lokking fine 
I´m waiting for the stew to bring my glass of wine 
The nose is headed right into the setting sun 
The throttle´s open wide to let the horses run 
I´d like to take it easy on this easy ride 
but I see my buddy gaining on the starboard side 
 
Chorus 
 
It´s tougher on the people riding back in coach 
But I´ve got to beat my buddy to the final approach 
Now we´re both into the pattern and we´re cleared to land 
If I touch her down before him I´ll collect a grand 
The flaps are all secured and now we´re homing in 
And my 747 baby´s gonna win 
 
Chorus