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