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 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 son of a gun of a gunner was he shouting Praise the Lord, we're on a mighty mission
All aboard, we ain't a-goin' fishin'
Praise the Lord and pa** the ammunition
And we'll all stay free Praise the Lord (Praise the Lord) and pa** the ammunition
Praise the Lord (Praise the Lord) and pa** the ammunition
Praise the Lord (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