Brown Flight Jacket - Cherry Poppin' Daddies

«Here's to your endeavors

Make 'em big and bold»

His last words I remember

Every time my feet get cold

His breath began to labor

I felt my tears pour out

Then grandma brang in the one thing

He most cared about

Oh yeah, it was a brown flight jacket

It said Hell From Above

Grampa gave it to me

On his death bed with his love

Brown flight jacket

Live till you die

I’m tail spinning on fire

And falling to deep water from the sky

He’d tried to calm his panic

When he hit the sea

A Japanese destroyer

Fished him out inhumanly

They clubbed him with their rifles

And dumped him in Bataan

He weighed less than 100 pounds

When they finally rescued him

Oh yeah, it was his brown flight jacket

Left in my care

I’m wrapped up in my fathers

As I pirouette and plummet through the air

I thread my arms into his sleeves

(Son of his son)

But I kid myself

He fought his fear and won

We all can’t live in razzle-dazzle days

But I won’t go from thing to thing to… whatever pays

Oh yeah, it was a brown flight jacket

Hell From Above

Grampa gave it to me

On his death bed with his love

Brown flight jacket

Live till you die

I’m tail spinning on fire

And falling to deep water from the sky

Deep water…