In forty-three they put to sea thirteen men and Kennedy Aboard the PT 109 to fight the brazen enemy And off the isle of Olasana in the straits beyond the roo A Jap destroyer in the night cut the 109 in two
Smoke and fire upon the sea Everywhere they looked was the enemy The heathen gods of old Japan Yeah they thought they had the best of a mighty good man
And on the coast of Kolombangaro looking through his telescope Australia's Evans saw the battle for the crew had little hope Two were dead, some were wounded, all were clinging to the bow Fighting fire and a-fighting water trying to save their lives somehow
Smoke and fire upon the sea Everywhere they looked was the enemy The heathen gods of old Japan Yeah they thought they had the best of a mighty good man
McMahon the Irishman was burned so badly, he couldn't swim Leave me here go on he said 'cause if you don't we'll all be dead The PT skipper couldn't leave him a man to die alone at sea And with a strap between his teeth, he towed the Irishman through the sea
Smoke and fire upon the sea Everywhere they looked was the enemy The heathen gods of old Japan Yeah they thought they had the best of a mighty good man
He led his men through waters dark, rocky reefs and hungry sharks Braved the enemies bayonets, a thirty-eight hung round his neck Four more days and four more nights a rescue boat pulled into sight The PT 109 was gone but Kennedy and his crew lived on
Now who could guess or who could possibly know That this same man named Kennedy Would be the leader of the nation, be the one to take command The PT 109 was gone but Kennedy lived to fight again
Smoke and fire upon the sea Everywhere they looked was the enemy but JFK and his crew lived on Which proves it's hard to get the best of a man named John Big John, big John, big John, big JohnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
