The Southern Sons — Praise The Lord & Pass The Ammunition

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Bridge] Yes, the sky pilot said it You gotta give him credit For a son-of-a-gun of a gunner was he, shouting [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] Yes, the sky pilot said it You gotta give him credit For a son-of-a-gun of a gunner was he [Chorus] 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 [Outro: James Baxter & The Southern Sons] Oh, praise the Lord Look down on us [?] Keep those bullets happin' along And with the help of you, Lord, we're all goin' to be free We just can't afford to be goin' around just wishin' We got to swing in to position Right now we're all between perdition and the deep blue sea You gotta help us out, oh Lord You gotta give him credit For a son-of-a-gun of a gunner was he We all just keep praisin' the Lord Because it's all on our big mighty mission down here We are not just goin' fishin You gotta give him credit For a son-of-a-gun of a gunner was he Pass along the ammunition and with the help of the good Lord above, we'll all stay free We'll stay free And we'll all stay free