Pt109 (M. Wilkin and F. Burch) In forty-three, they put to sea, thirteen men and Kennedy Aboard the PT109, to fight the brazen enemy And off the Isle of Olasana, in the straits beyond the "Roo" A Jap destroyer in the night, cut the One-O-Nine in two. cho: Smoke and fire upon the sea Everywhere they looked was the enemy The heathen gods of old Japan Yeah, they thought they had the best of a mighty good man. And on the coast of Kolombangara, looking through his telescope Australia's Evans saw the battle; for the crew had little hope Two were dead, some were wounded, all were clinging to the bow Fightin' fire and a-fightin' water, tryin' to save their lives somehow. McMahon the Irishman, was burned so badly he couldn't swim Leave me here, go on he said, 'cause if you don't, we'll all be dead The PT skipper couldn't leave him, a man to die alone at sea And with a strap 'tween his teeth, he towed the Irishman through the sea. He led his men through waters dark, rocky reefs and hungry sharks Braved the enemies bayonets, a thirty-eight hung 'round his neck Four more days and four more nights, a rescue boat pulled into sight The PT 109 was gone, but Kennedy and his men lived on. Now who could guess, or who could possibly know That this same man named Kennedy Would be the leader of the nation, be the one to take command The PT 109 was gone, but Kennedy lived to fight again. Smoke and fire upon the sea Everywhere they looked was the enemy The heathen gods of old Japan Yeah, they thought they had the best of a mighty good man. But Kennedy and his crew lived on Which proves it's hard to get the best of a man named John; Big John, Big John, Big John. Recorded by Jimmy Dean Copyright M. Wilkin and F. Burch GG OCT98
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