Kate Smith
Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition!
Down went the gunner, a bullet was his fateDown went the gunner, then the gunner's mateUp jumped the sky pilot, gave the boys a lookAnd manned the gun himself as he laid aside The Book, shouting"Praise The Lord, and pass the ammunitionPraise The Lord, and pass the ammunitionPraise The Lord, and pass the ammunitionAnd we'll all stay free"Praise The Lord, and swing into positionCan't afford to sit around a-wishin'Praise The Lord, we're all between perditionAnd the deep blue sea"Yes, the sky pilot said itYou've got to give him creditFor a son-of-a-gun of a gunner was heShouting"Praise The Lord, we're on a mighty missionAll aboard, we're not a-goin' fishin'Praise The Lord, and pass the ammunitionAnd we'll all stay free"
From Letras Mania