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      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