I always was the reckless kind, I do what I must do I put the danger out of mind, and go on I joined the barnstorm fliers back in 1922 And above those dusty farms , we put a shw on
Fly, fly to the western sky Where the fog bank shifts and the danger lies Why, why would you never learn That you won't come back from the Immelman Turn? Fly, fly to the red sunrise Where the cloudbanks shift under copper skies Why, why would you never learn That you won't come back from the Immelman Turn?
From aboard a Curtiss Jenny, oh, you see things differently And the farm boys wait for joyrides in the clearing I went out walking on the wing in 1923 And above the engine noise I heard them cheering
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You won't come back from the Immelman Turn Why, why, why? You won't come back from the Immelman Turn Why, why, why? There never was a one like you Who knew that way to fly But you won't come back from the Immelman Turn Why, why, why?
The frost was on your aieleron's, and the wind was in your hair When you went into the climb I saw you laughing When the engine stalls and you start to spin You won't get out of there And a hush comes on the crowd as you go falling