Down went the gunner, a bullet was his fate
Down went the gunner, and then the gunner's mate
Up jumped the sky pilot, gave the boys a look
And manned the gun himself as he laid aside the Book, shouting
Praise the Lord and pa** the ammunition
Praise the Lord and pa** the ammunition
Praise the Lord and pa** the ammunition
And we'll all stay free
Praise the Lord and swing into position
Can't afford to sit around a-wishin'
[or Can't afford to be a politician]
Praise the Lord, we're all between perdition
And the deep blue sea
Yes the sky pilot said it
Ya gotta give him credit
For a sonof*gun of a gunner was he, shouting
Praise the Lord, we're on a mighty mission
All aboard, we're not a-goin' fishin'
Praise the Lord and pa** the ammunition
And we'll all stay free
Praise the Lord and pa** the ammunition
Praise the Lord and pa** the ammunition
Praise the Lord and pa** the ammunition
And we'll all stay free