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"