Flying Down to Moscow
Lyrics
I want to go away from Berlin
Over the wall to the land where my life begins
I want to know what it means to be free
Under radar that curtain will rise for me
Hey flyboy
Give it that old college try boy
Flying down to Moscow and we’ve got to make time
Hey fella
Twirl that old propeller
Touchdown on Red Square and we’ve got to make time
There was a time away o’er the clouds
The air’s cold up there
But it’s warm here in my cell
I found the answer to that pain in my heart
I want to meet them oh so badly, so badly
Hey flyboy
Give it that old college try boy
Flying down to Moscow and we’ve got to make time
Hey fella
Twirl that old propeller
Touchdown on Red Square and we’ve got to make time
Musicians
Doug Stone—guitar and vocals
Dave Wechsler—piano, accordion and vocals
Bill Gerstel—drums
Meredith Yayanos—violins
Dave Dorbin—tuba
John Lee—pedal steel guitar
Intro
Red Army Choir performing “Plain, my Plain (Puluchko)”. Written by Leon Knipper
Music and lyrics
Doug Stone