Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition!

Down went the gunner, a bullet was his fate Down went the gunner, 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 sit around a-wishin' Praise The Lord, we're all between perdition And the deep blue sea" Yes, the sky pilot said it You've got to 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're not a-goin' fishin' Praise The Lord, and pass the ammunition And we'll all stay free"