Praise The Lord Pass The Ammunition by The Southern Sons Lyrics

[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