Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition (Empire Central Radio, 1940's)
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 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."