The Ballad of Chuck McAvoy - Lyrics

Sung by Ted Wesley, Words and Music by Frank Ferguson,
guitar Maurice 'Moe' Marshall on an electric Dobro,
Recorded at Damon Recording Studios in Edmonton, Alberta, circa 1973 or 1974.


Now they tell you that Chuck McAvoy still flies his ghostly plane,
Lookin' for a place to set her down.
When the fog is thick and misty in this cold and barren land,
You can hear his engine searchin' for the ground.

He was born inside a cockpit and was weaned on airplane fuel.
He lived and died inside that damn machine.
He spent more time up in the sky than down here on the ground.
His music was that bushplane's whinin' scream.

He saved more people from the grave than anyone could say --
You could hear his plane when others had gone home.
Now who can save Chuck McAvoy he's lost and never found
And I wonder if he ever did come down.

It was cold and foggier than hell in May of '64;
The day his magic carpet lost it's glow.
The lakes and the land he claimed to love had claimed him for their own.
His grave's a frosty cockpit in the snow.

Now they tell you that Chuck McAvoy still flies his ghostly plane,
Looking for a place to set her down.
When the fog is thick and misty in this cold and barren land,
You can hear his engine searching for the ground...
You can hear his engine searching for the ground...
You can hear his engine searching .. for the ground.