Just A Little Walk In The Woods
A Paratroopers Theme Song
Performed by the 82nd Airborne Division All American Chorus
(WARNING... long loading file)
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY
TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
"Is everybody happy!"
cried the sergeant looking up, Our HERO meekly answered, "Yes" and
then they stood him up. He leaped right out into the blast, his static line
unhooked,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY
TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
He counted loud he counted long
he waited for the shock. He felt the wind he felt the cold, he felt that
awful drop. The silk from his reserve fell out and wrapped about his legs,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
The risers wrapped around his
neck, connectors cracked his dome, suspension lines were tied in
knots around his skinny bones. His canopy became a shroud as he hurtled to the
ground,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY
TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
The days he lived and
loved and laughed kept running through his mind, He thought about the girl back
home, the one he'd left behind. He thought about the Medics and he wondered what
they'd find, The ambulance was on the spot and jeeps
were running wild, The Medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up
their sleeves and smiled. For it had been a week or so since last a chute had
failed, He hit the ground the sound of
"SPLAT!" The blood went spurting high, His comrades were heard to
say: "What a helluva way to die!" He lay there rolling around in all the
welter of his gore,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY
TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
There was blood upon the
risers, there was brains upon his chute, Intestines were a-danglin' from his
Paratrooper's suite. They poured him from his helmet and poured him from his
boots, Beautiful streamer please open for me,
blue skies above me and no canopy.
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!!!
I counted 10 thousand, waited too long, reached for my ripcord the handle was
gone.
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY
TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!
Blood Upon The Risers
Performed by the 82nd Airborne Division
All American Chorus
(WARNING... long loading file)
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