Текст Buck Owens – L.A. International Airport

Standing in that silent hall waiting for that final call
Says he doesn’t love me anymore
Shaking hands I pack a bag trembling voice I call a cab
Slowly I start walking to the door

The cab arrives he blows his horn I stumble out in the early morn
Tell him of a place I’ve got to go
Hit a hundred signal lights theater belts in a traffic fight
Getting through these doors has been so slow

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L.A. International Airport
Where the big jet engines roar
L.A. International Airport
I won’t see him anymore

A stewardess in a miniskirt a hippie in a leather shirt
A starlet on the way to Naples Rome
While I’m wondering where it’s at I see a Paris diplomat
College kids are trying to get back home

Baggage car goes quickly by see my case and I start to cry
Stumble to the lounge to be alone
And while I’m trying to get some rest I bite my lips and try my best
To fight the pain that’s making me leave home

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With silver wings across the sky vapor trails that wave goodbye
To those below who’ve got to stay at home
I wish that I had flown at night so I could take that champagne flight
Rid myself of every tear I own

Soaring high above the heavens in a 747
Fighting back the tears that curse my eyes
Captain’s voice so load and clear amplifies into my ear
Assuring me I’m flying friendly skies

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