Praise The Lord And Pass The Ammunition

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Down went the gunner, a bullet was his fate
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Down went the gunner, and then the gunner’s mate
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Up jumped the sky pilot, gave the boys a look
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And manned the gun himself as he laid aside the Book, shouting

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Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
D7                  A7           D7
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
G          C        G        G7  C
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Cm        G   D7   G     D7
And we’ll all stay free

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Praise the Lord and swing into position
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Can’t afford to sit around a-wishin’
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Praise the Lord, we’re all between perdition
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And the deep blue sea

D7
Yes the sky pilot said it
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Ya gotta give him credit
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For a son of a gun of a gunner was he, shouting

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Praise the Lord, we’re on a mighty mission
D7                A7          D7
All aboard, we’re not a-goin’ fishin’
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Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Cm        G   D7   G     D7
And we’ll all stay free

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Down came the bombers, a-diving from the sky
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Down came the bombers, but faith could never die
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There stood the sky pilot, there among his men
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The light was in his eye, as he shouted once again

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Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
D7                  A7           D7
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
G          C        G        G7  C
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Cm        G   D7   G     D7
And we’ll all stay free

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Praise the Lord and swing into position
D7              A7       D7
Can’t afford to be a politician
G          C           G      G7      C
Praise the Lord, we’re all between perdition
Cm      G    D7   G     D7
And the deep blue sea

D7
Yes the sky pilot said it
   G     B7       Em
Ya gotta give him credit
      A7       A7sus4   A7         D7
For a son of a gun of a gunner was he, shouting

G          C           G    C      G
Praise the Lord, we’re on a mighty mission
D7                A7          D7
All aboard, we’re not a-goin’ fishin’
G          C        G        G7  C
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Cm        G   D7   G     D7 G D7
And we’ll all stay free