It was Ansett 603
He sits down next to me
We were flying out across the Great Divide

Bound for WA
He shook my hand and said 'good day'


There I was, Slim Dusty by my side

I was flying with the king

Riding on the wind
A small town boy from nowhere
My head up in the clouds

All the times I heard him play
And here I was today
I was flying, I was flying with the king


Was Trumby riding slow
30,000 feet below

Way down there round a fire of gidgee coal
The desert stretching on
Home to countless Dusty songs

He was the man who walked a country mile

I was flying with the king

Riding on the wind
A small town boy from nowhere
My head up in the clouds

All the times I heard him play
And here I was today
I was flying, I was flying with the king


And before I knew the wheels touched down
He smiled and said "I'll see you round"

There was so much more to say but he was gone
And now he's gone


I was flying with the king
Riding on the wind
A small town boy from nowhere

My head up in the clouds
And all the times I heard him play
And here I was today

I was flying, I was flying with the king