This song appeared in Airways magazine along with my story "Pilots of the Caribbean" in February 2012.
Words by Mark L Berry & Music by Greg Evets
Performed by Greg Evets
Island-hopping lifestyle while based in St. Croix, USVI in the mid 1980s.
Pilots of the Caribbean – lyrics
I have to shake the millipedes from my shoes
It’s just a another part of paying my dues
But there’s a runway just outside of my back door
That’s all I care about, and that’s what I’m here for
I’m a pilot of the Caribbean
Just Another F-ing First Officer
But I’m burning jet fuel and logging turbine time
From the right seat of my Twin Otter
The Virgin Islands and Puerto Rico
Just some places, that you know that we go
Beef Island on Tortola
The crushed-shell runway of Virgin Gorda
Well I’m a pilot of the Caribbean
Just Another F-ing First Officer
But I’m burning jet fuel and logging turbine time
From the right seat of my Twin Otter
Get the tourists off and load more back on
Gotta lift off, got to be gone
A happy hour buffet waiting for me
For all I’m not paid, I’ve got to, I’ve got to eat free
Well I’m a pilot of the Caribbean
Just Another F-ing First Officer
But I’m burning jet fuel and logging turbine time
From the right seat of my Twin Otter
Lyrics Copyright©2010 by Mark L Berry
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