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...