Brown Flight Jacket

"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 no, because a brown flight jacket
 Fell 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...