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BLESS 'EM ALL - MUSTANG PILOTS Now they say there's a convoy leaves New York tonight, Bound for old England's shore Heavily laden with browned-off young men Bound for the land they "adore". Now they all know their Mustangs are keen as can be To catch a Focke-Wolf in their sights They're experts at moaning and bitching and groaning When everything's going just right. cho: Bless 'em all, bless 'em all The needle, the airspeed, the ball (They sent us to school just to teach us to fly) They sent us to solo and left us to die And if ever your fighter should stall You're in for one helluva fall No lilies and violets for dead fighter pilots So cheer up, my lads, bless 'em all. (Bless 'em all, bless 'em all The needle, the airspeed, the ball) Bless all the harness that fastens us in Bless all the radio's ear-splitting din. So we'll loop and we'll roll and we'll dive 'Til we are more dead than alive; No future in flying, unless you like dying So cheer up, my lads, bless 'em all. From The Wild Blue Yonder, Getz (Missing words supplied by RG memory) @Army @airplane @war @bitching @WWII filename[ BLSSALL7 TUNE FILE: BLSSALL CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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