Sammy Baker Charlie 4
Sammy Baker Charlie 4, he's on my tail
like a grateful whore,
guns are blazing, cannon shells spew
it's a hell of a fight over Dien Ben Phu
and this Russian mig's amazing, they
never seem to stall, look out the commies
will get you, if you take a fall
and he made a pass right by my wing
and clocked me with his pilot's eyes (black)
and I quickly nodded to him back but was
hit by a piece of flack
so I screamed to 500 miles per hour and
turned into the sun (what fun) then he shot
a missile past me but I got him with my gun
they tore into his cockpit and turned the inside
red, a hand swept down the blood-stained glass
I presumed he must be dead
his chariot (his plane) spiralled to the ground on fire,
then a billowing silky flower pulled him from the
pyre: I watched the sky and clouds guide him to
the land, then an oily red explosion lifted up the sand
I made a low low pass, across the beachy glade at
no more than a hundred feet and saw the black-eyed
devil rising to his feet
Sammy Baker Charlie 4,now I a veteran, at war no more,
and fly a Cherokee, from Tampa up to Yuma and down the Isahgee:
and when the dark clouds thunder and the rain rat-a-tat-tats
its gun,I remember the black eyed devil...oh my we had such fun!
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