"Here's to your endeavors
Make 'em big and bold"
His last words I remember
Every time my feet get coldHis breath began to labor
I felt my tears pour out
Then grandma brang in the one thing
He most cared aboutOh 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 inhumanlyThey clubbed him with their rifles
And dumped him in Bataan
He weighed less than 100 pounds
When they finally rescued himOh 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 airI 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 paysOh 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 skyDeep water...
