Howard DGA (sing it Taylor, huh?)

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So  I dreamt I walked Fifth Avenue
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Your Howard DGA, it flew
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Above me big and shiny new
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High in the azure sky.

       Am        G        Dm    F9
And your city canyon flight did yield
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A landing safe at Bennett Field
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And I was there and you revealed
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Those steel-blue bedroom eyes.
(Refrain)

You beckoned me to come and fly
Your Howard took me to the sky
I viewed the world below with eyes
Wide with wonder like a child

I watched you pilot your machine
So cocksure, rugged yet serene
Straight out of fashion magazine
So calm with streak of wild
(Refrain)

And after flight we sought some shade
You ordered vodka lemonade
Began to hope that we were made
One day together be

(And after flight in shade we sat
You in your cocked fedora hat
We had such a pleasant chat
Just coffee, tea, you, me)
(Refrain)

Your cocked fedora, as if to flirt
So cute in your blue pinstriped shirt
You had me spellbound,  rapt alert
To the entire scene

(It pleased me when you tried to flirt
So cute in your blue pinstriped shirt
And I did notice rapt, alert
Every detail of our scene)

And then we had some petite fours
The minutes drifted into hours
We talked as if the world was ours
Laid out beneath our feet
(Refrain)

But finally you frowned at your watch
And said I have a plane to catch
I knew we were a perfect match
But right now not to be

You climbed inside to shout “prop clear”
I heard the noise of starting gears
As image of your craft was seared
In my deepest memory
(Refrain)

Then plane and pilot skyward bound
To heavens far above the ground
From raucous roar to whisper sounds
I did hear it recede

I watched until it was mere dot
So many feeling wants and thoughts
But realized you were not lost
And would return some day.

REFRAIN
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      So you make me believe in a Santa Claus
       Fmaj7-9
      And plums fall from tree ‘cos of Newton’s  Laws
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      And song birds make up the Milk Way
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     And the best way to fly? Howard DGA

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     'Cos only airplane engines that are real are round
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      And they start up with such amazing sound
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      Make you want to fly til day you die
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      And become ever part of the azure sky

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