Well, I was planes So I loaded up them bales in my pick-em-up truck, Headed west for Dallas, where I would try my luck I didn't have a notion if I could sell 'em there, But, thirty minutes later, I was a millionaire... Chorus: Bales of cocaine, fallin' from low-flyin' plane I don't know who done dropped 'em, but I thank 'em just the same Bales of cocaine, fallin' like the pourin' rain My life changed completely by the low-flyin' planes And now I am a rich man, but I'm still a farmer, too B (azchords.com)
