Down went the gunner, a bullet was his fate

Down went the gunner, then the gunners 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 and 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 - 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!