757 Fly
Copyright 1981, words and music by John R. Black, vocals by John Frawley
I was workin’ down in L.A., workin’ for the railway
When I got a call on the telephone
The man said, "Son, you’re the lucky one.
I happen to be the Boeing recruitin’ man
We want you to come up North
By Lake Washington
We’re buildin’ the world
A new generation plane."
(And then he said...)
Seven five seven fly, we do more than try
We’re the Boeing Airplane Company
And we’re callin’ you
Seven five seven, fly
Buildin’ freedom birds for a sky
Full of old Bill’s dreams a comin’ true.
I packed my bags on the run
Traveled for two days
To report down on the production line
The boss shook my hand,
Said, “I’m the factory man.
We’ll pay you good and treat you mighty fine.
I’m workin’ hard for my pay,
But that’s what they all say.
I know we’re buildin’ the very best damn planes."
(And then he said...)
Seven five seven, fly
Where angels fear to go
Boeing people build ’em best
Best is all we know
Seven five seven, fly
From east to western shore
Planes keep rollin’ off the line
The world keeps wantin’ more.
Now my son is workin,’ workin’ on the line
Gettin’ top dollar for a job he likes to do.
I’ve been workin’ here many years
Been through toil and tears
Seen many of my dreams comin’ true.
This airplane company
Seems to have a hold on me
We’ll be buildin’ airplanes ‘til the end of time.
(And then they’ll say)
Keep those airplanes flyin’
Keep those airplanes flyin’
Keep those airplanes flyin’
Seven five seven, fly.