Kris Kristofferson

Finthin Tower


Well hello Finthin Tower this is Army 801

I’m five miles from your airfield and my fuel is almost gone

My engine’s belching fire and my tach needles have split

You better call your crash crew out

This bastard’s going to quit


Hello Army 801 this is Finthin Tower

We can’t call our crash crew out

This is their coffee hour

And we just as soon you didn’t land here for a while

Because our visibility is not half a mile


Well hello Finthin Tower this is Army 801

I’d like to put this landing off but it just can’t be done

My RPM is falling and I’m running out of gas

I gotta put this chopper down before I bust my ass


This is Finthin Tower calling Army 801

We’d just like to know what type of flight plan you is on

Our operations officer says you have not been cleared

And you’ll be grounded thirty days if you land that thing here


Well hello Finthin Tower this is Army 801

I’m up in pilot’s heaven now

My flying days are done

Tell my old commander that I’m sorry that I crashed

Tell that operations officer that he can kiss my ass.

Words (to the tune of Itazuki Tower) by Kris Kristofferson c. Jody Ray Publishing, Inc. (BMI) All Rights Reserved


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