Letras: The Byrds. Farther Along. Bag Full Of Money.

Floating, I'm floating on down through the sky
Never had no ambition to learn how to fly
I'll be glad when it's over and ready to land
With this bag full of money I've got in my hand

Oh, I grew up believing in Jesse and Frank
'Cause I never had nothin' or none to thank
And I came pretty close to unloadin' a bank
But I was saved by my draft board who made me a yank

Floating, I'm floating on down through the sky
Never had no ambition to learn how to fly
I'll be glad when it's over and ready to land
With this bag full of money I've got in my hand

And in the 101st they busted your hump
But they taught me a man isn't always a chump
In the course of Korea I learned how to jump
In the card game of life I was holding a trump

Floating, I'm floating on down through the sky
Never had no ambition to learn how to fly
I'll be glad when it's over and ready to land
With this bag full of money I've got in my hand

If you can't get a job and they think you're insane
If the years of your youth have been washed down the drain
And you wake up some mornin' with nothin' but pain
It was then I decided to grab me a plane

Floating, I'm floating on down through the sky
Never had no ambition to learn how to fly
I'll be glad when it's over and ready to land
With this bag full of money I've got in my hand

With all of my training it wasn't too tough
Now I'm through taking orders and all of their guff
Gonna buy a Rolls Royce and some luxury stuff
'Cause a veteran's pension ain't nearly enough

Floating, I'm floating on down through the sky
Never had no ambition to learn how to fly
I'll be glad when it's over and ready to land
With this bag full of money I've got in my hand