Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord, 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, swing into position,
the Lord,
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 got to give him credit,
for a son of a gun of a gunner was he.
Shout and praise the Lord,
we're on a mighty mission.
All aboard, we're not a golden vision.
Praise the Lord,
pass the ammunition,
and we'll all stay free.
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 springing to position,
Can't afford to sit
around a -wishin'.
Praise the Lord,
we're all between position
And the deep blue sea.
Yes, the Sky Pilot said it,
you got to give him credit,
For a son of a gun of a gunner was he.
Shout and praise the Lord,
we're on a mighty mission,
all aboard,
we're not a -goin' fishin'.
Praise the Lord, pass the ammunition,
and we'll all stay free.
Praise the Lord,
and pass the ammunition.
Thank you much.
Thank Thank you.