Draggin' - Roger McGuinn

We’re sitting on the runway while the engines blow

Our 747's gonna get the go

I look across the field and see another jet

In the cockpit is my buddy and we got a bet

The tower gives the signal and we start to roll

But I’ll make him eat my smoke before the story’s told

Draggin' draggin' cross the U.S.A

Draggin' draggin' from New York to L. A

At 40.000 feet the weather’s lokking fine

I’m waiting for the stew to bring my glass of wine

The nose is headed right into the setting sun

The throttle’s open wide to let the horses run

I’d like to take it easy on this easy ride

But I see my buddy gaining on the starboard side

Draggin' draggin' cross the U.S.A

Draggin' draggin' from New York to L. A

It’s tougher on the people riding back in coach

But I’ve got to beat my buddy to the final approach

Now we’re both into the pattern and we’re cleared to land

If I touch her down before him I’ll collect a grand

The flaps are all secured and now we’re homing in

And my 747 baby’s gonna win

Draggin' draggin' cross the U.S.A

Draggin' draggin' from New York to L. A