Blood Upon The Risers

(To the tune of "Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!")

GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

"Is everybody happy!" cried the sergeant looking up, Our HERO meekly answered, "Yes" and then they stood him up. He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

He counted loud he counted long and waited for the shock. He felt the wind and felt the clouds, he felt that awful drop. The silk fell out and wrapped about his legs,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome, The suspension lines were snarled and tied in knots around his skinny bones. His canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind, He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind. He thought about the Medics and he wondered what they'd find,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

The ambulance was on the spot and jeeps were running wild, The Medics jumped and screamed with glee as they rolled up their sleeves and smiled. For it had been a week or so since last a chute had failed,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

He hit the ground the sound of "SPLAT!" The blood went spurting high, His comrades then were heard to say: "What a helluva way to die!" He lay there rolling around in the welter of his gore,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

There was blood upon the risers, there was brains upon the chute, Intestines were a-danglin' from his Paratrooper's suite. They poured him from his chute and poured him from his boots,
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!!!

Beautiful streamer please open for me, blue skies above me and no canopy.
I counted 10 thousand, waited too long, reached for my ripcord the handle was gone.

GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
GOREY GLORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!


Blood Upon The Risers
Performed by the 82nd Airborne Division
All American Chorus

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