Paul Revere & The Raiders The Great Airplane Strike Of 1966
I was down in L.A. town
When our manager said jump
I threw my clothes and my saxophone
In a two by four bit trunk
I pushed it to the airport
And I ran to the ticket line
Man said "Son, you could save the run
Those airplanes just quit flyin'"
If I can't leave here
I just might stay
And that L.A. flyway
Is goin' to be my home
I ran to the terminal building
To fly by my airline
The man said I could ride the wing
And I said that was fine
He said "I'll confirm your reservation
And put the plane on hold"
He comes back and says "Sorry
But that wing space just been sold"
If I can't leave here
I just might stay
And that L.A. flyway
Is goin' to be my home, baby
I walked into the washroom
And I built myself a fire
Threw on lots of paper
And the flames kept gettin' higher
The janitor come runnin' in
So scared, his face was white
So, I explained my situation
He said that's all right
If I can't leave here
I just might stay
And that L.A. flyway
Is goin' to be my home
Next day I thought that I would leave
So I packed my things again
I waited fourteen hours
For a taxi to come in
Spotted one that wasn't full
And I threw myself in fast
The driver said "I'm sorry
But this taxi's out of gas"
If I can't leave here
I just might stay
And that L.A. flyway
Is goin' to be my home
