John D. Chamption Songtext
von Becky Buller

They said John D
You got a real good set of eyes
We′re gonna teach you how to fly
Send you to Alaska
The Japanese
Have us on the run
But now we've got the Lightning One
Would you test her if we asked ya
You gotta know there′s a good chance you won't make it
Pull up pull up on your bootstraps John
Pull up pull up on your Lighting One
You're a flyboy Piedmont farmer′s son
John D Champion
It′s a hard game When you're used to staying on the ground
A couple times he went down
But he stuck with the mission
′Til the call came
You're mama′s taken sick
Better get home mighty quick
He didn't even ask permission
′Cause they all said
There's a good chance she won't make it
Pull up pull up on your bootstraps John
Pull up pull up on your Lighting One
You′re a flyboy Piedmont farmer′s son
John D Champion


Word got out
John D had come to town
Laid his mama in the ground
And was takin' off soon from Raleigh
An eager crowd
Gathered at the strip
Too short for him to lift
A P-38 o′er the pine trees
They all said
There's a good chance he won′t make it
Pull up pull up on your bootstraps John
Pull up pull up on your Lighting One
You're a flyboy Piedmont farmer′s son
John D Champion
Our flyboy Piedmont farmer's son
John D Champion