Over The Trees
Lyrics by Donald R. Weber

Oh, the season's about gone It's awfully hot
Thunderstorms rolling in Day's about shot

Pilots under a tree
Sweatin poison rolling off his skin
Writing a letter to his little girl and his next ofkin Tellin em hello and how he's been

Sing rum a song, he's that lover, that friend, that father, that brother Makes a livin over those trees Havin a fear like no other Or that quiet no one hears
Sweepin round over those trees
One eye on the drift, one eye on the breeze

The old CAT's sittin out on the strip Idlin against her chop
The loaders have all gone One last load to drop Winds kind oflow Just before the rain
Wires runnin down that road
Waitin quietly under the strain
Lookin for that CAT comin down the lane

REPEAT CHORUS

A puff of smoke over the trees No one ever sees How he cried How he died
No one ever sees
Just a puff of smoke over the trees, who's to blame, who's to blame Watchin that breeze over the trees, no one ever sees

REPEAT CHORUS

Just watchin for that breeze no one ever sees Over the trees Over the trees