Praise The Lord And Pass The Ammunition

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 pass the ammunition

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition

Praise the Lord and pass 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 pass the ammunition

And we'll all stay free

Praise the Lord (Praise the Lord) and pass the ammunition

Praise the Lord (Praise the Lord) and pass the ammunition

Praise the Lord (Praise the Lord) and pass the ammunition

And we'll all stay free

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition

And we'll all stay free