Bush Plane - Lyrics

Words and music by Bob Ruzicka,
sung by Ted Wesley,
guitar Maurice "Moe" Marshall,
backup singers "Charlies Horse",
Recorded at Damon Recording Studios in Edmonton, Alberta, circa 1972.


I've been out here half the winter
Workin' on this God-forsaken survey line
A foreman's job on Melville Island
Seems like it's been a whole lifetime

And today's the day I'm leavin'
But I'm findin' very little cause to smile
'Cause there's blowin' snow and crosswinds;
Visibility's a quarter of a mile.

The men who fly those little planes
Are heroes of our country's last frontier.
They jog, walk and laugh and talk
And confidence says you've got nothing to fear.

They risk their lives to bring supplies,
Mail and catalogues from Simpson's Sears.
But the skies socked in on Melville Island
Ain't been this lonely friends for years.

Beaver, Otter, Beachcraft, Cessna 182;
Thirty-thousand people countin' on you.
Bush plane a comin'
I hear you whinin' in the wind.

I'm seen them do things with those planes
I'm sure friends no normal man would do.
I've seen them landing with their floats
On tall grasses wet with mornin' dew.

I've seen 'em landing in the willows,
Landing on the frozen sandbars, too.
But the skies socked in on Melville Island
Ain't no way to make it through.

Pick up my gear and walk back to camp
I guess there's nothin' more that I can do.
Then a dog starts barking and I say,
"My God, can it be true?"

I hear him now above the clouds
Lookin' for a hole to fly on through
I see it now, that pretty Beachcraft
Gonna bring this boy on home to you.

Beaver, Otter, Beachcraft, Cessna 182
Thirty-thousand people countin' on you
Bush plane a comin'
I hear you whinin' in the wind

Beaver, Otter, Beachcraft, Cessna 182
Thirty-thousand people countin' on you
Bush plane a comin'
I hear you whinin' in the wind