They said, “John D., You got a real good set of eyes We’re gonna teach you how to fly And send you to Alaska The Japanese Have us on the run But now we’ve got the Lightning One Would you test her if we asked ya You gotta know, there’s a good chance you won’t make it”
Chorus: Pull up, pull up on your bootstraps, John Pull up, pull up on your Lighting One You’re a flyboy, Piedmont farmer’s son John D. Champion
It’s a hard game When you’re used to standing on the ground A couple times he went down But he stuck with the mission ‘Til the call came, “You’re mama’s taken sick, Better get home mighty quick,” He didn’t even ask permission ‘Cause they all said, “There’s a good chance she won’t make it
Chorus: Pull up, pull up on your bootstraps, John Pull up, pull up on your Lighting One You’re a flyboy, Piedmont farmer’s son John D. Champion
Word got out John D. had come to town And was takin’ off soon from Raleigh An eager crowd Gathered at the strip Too short for him to lift A P-38 o’er the pine trees They all said, “There’s a good chance he won’t make it”
Chorus: Pull up, pull up on your bootstraps, John Pull up, pull up on your Lighting One You’re a flyboy, Piedmont farmer’s son John D. ChampionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
