- Reaction score
- 65
- Points
- 530
PARATROOPER HEAVEN
I hope theres a drop zone, way up in the sky,
Where old PARATROOPERS can go, when its time to say goodbye...
A place where a guy could drink a cold beer,
For a friend and a comrade whose memory held dear...
A place where no leg or blackshoe could tread,
Nor a Pentagon type would ere be caught dead!
Just a quaint little oclub, for a drink and good smoke,
Where they like to sing aloud, and tell a good joke...
The kind of place, where a lady can go,
And feel safe and protected by the soldiers she knows...
There must be a place for old PARATROOPERS to go,
When their eyes get too weary, and their drinks get too low...
Where the whiskey is old and the women are young,
And songs bout jumping, fighting and dying are sung...
Where youd see all the troopers, youd served with before,
And theyd call out your name, as you came thru the door...
They would pour you a drink, for your thirst, oh so bad,
And declare to all others, This troopers a fine lad!
And then thru the haze, spot a brother grunt,
Not seen in years, since by your side, he did jump!
Hed nod his old head and grin ear to ear,
Welcome home trooper, Im pleased that youre here!
For this is the place where PARATROOPERS come,
When the battles are over, and the wars have been won...
Theyve come here at last, to be safe and afar,
From the government clerk and the management czar...
The politicians and lawyers, the feds and the noise,
Where all the hours are happy, amongst good old boys!
You can relax with a tall, cool one,
Take your well-deserved rest...
For you made it to AIRBORNE Heaven,
PARATROOPER, youve passed your last test..!
I hope theres a drop zone, way up in the sky,
Where old PARATROOPERS can go, when its time to say goodbye...
A place where a guy could drink a cold beer,
For a friend and a comrade whose memory held dear...
A place where no leg or blackshoe could tread,
Nor a Pentagon type would ere be caught dead!
Just a quaint little oclub, for a drink and good smoke,
Where they like to sing aloud, and tell a good joke...
The kind of place, where a lady can go,
And feel safe and protected by the soldiers she knows...
There must be a place for old PARATROOPERS to go,
When their eyes get too weary, and their drinks get too low...
Where the whiskey is old and the women are young,
And songs bout jumping, fighting and dying are sung...
Where youd see all the troopers, youd served with before,
And theyd call out your name, as you came thru the door...
They would pour you a drink, for your thirst, oh so bad,
And declare to all others, This troopers a fine lad!
And then thru the haze, spot a brother grunt,
Not seen in years, since by your side, he did jump!
Hed nod his old head and grin ear to ear,
Welcome home trooper, Im pleased that youre here!
For this is the place where PARATROOPERS come,
When the battles are over, and the wars have been won...
Theyve come here at last, to be safe and afar,
From the government clerk and the management czar...
The politicians and lawyers, the feds and the noise,
Where all the hours are happy, amongst good old boys!
You can relax with a tall, cool one,
Take your well-deserved rest...
For you made it to AIRBORNE Heaven,
PARATROOPER, youve passed your last test..!
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