C-130 rollin' down the strip 64 Rangers on a one-way trip Mission Top Secret, destination unknown They don't even know if they're ever coming home When my plane gets up so high Paratroopers take to the skies
Stand up, hook up, shuffle to the door My knees got weak and I hit the floor Jumpmaster picked me up with ease Tossed my knees into the breeze
Count one-thousand, two-thousand, three-thousand, four My main opened with a mighty roar But if my main don't open wide I got a reserve by my side But if that one should fail me too Look out below I'm a-comin' through
If I die on the old drop zone Box me up and ship me home Pin my wings upon my chest And then bury me in the leaning rest
Well if I die on a Chinese hill Take my watch or the commies will But if I die in the Korean mud Bury me with a case of Bud