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This one is a speical request
Down went the gun-ner, a bul - let was his fate Down went the gun-ner, and then the gun-ner's mate Up jumped the sky pi-lot, gave the boys a look And manned the gun him-self as he laid a-side TheBook, shout-ing:
"Praise The Lord, and pass the am-mu-ni-tion! Praise The Lord, and pass the am-mu-ni-tion! Praise The Lord, and pass the am-mu-ni-tion and we'll all stay free!
Praise The Lord, and swing in-to po-si-tion, Can't af-ford to sit a-round a'-wish-in' Praise The Lord, we're all be-tween per-dition and the deep blue sea!"
Yes the sky pi-lot said it You've got to give him cred-it for a son-of-a-gun of a gun-ner was he, Shouting: "Praise The Lord, we're on a might - y mis-sion! All a-board! We're not a - go - in' fish-in', Praise The Lord, and pass the am-mu-ni-tion and we'll all stay free."
3:29 PM - 2/4/2008 -
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