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Blood Upon The Risers (Gory Gory)

(Sang with the same rhythm as “The Battle Hymn of the Republic”...a.k.a Glory Glory Hallelujah! The drill sergeant would chant each verse and the troops would only sing the chorus when he finished. This was one of the more difficult cadences, so there was actually only one drill sergeant that would do this cadence)


He was just a cherry trooper and

he surely shook with fright.

He checked all his equipment and

made sure his pack was tight.

He had to sit and listen to

those awful engines roar.

And he ain’t gonna jump no more!


(chorus)

Gory gory what a hell of a way to die

Gory gory what a hell of a way to die

Gory gory what a hell of a way to die

And he ain’t gonna jump no more!


Is everybody ready cried

the sergeant looking up.

Our hero freely answered yes

and then they stood him up.

He jumped into the icy blast

his static line unhooked.

And he ain’t gonna jump no more!


(chorus)


He counted long, he counted loud,

he waited for the shock.

He felt the wind, he felt the cold,

He felt the awful drop.

The silk from his reserve spilled out

and wrapped around his neck.

And he ain’t gonna jump no more!


(chorus)


The risers swung around his neck

connectors cracked his dome.

Suspension lines were tied in knots

around his skinny bones.

The canopy became his shroud

And he ain’t gonna jump no more!


(chorus)


The days he lived and loved and laughed

kept running through his mind.

He thought about the girl back home

the one he left behind.

He thought about the medic corps

and wondered what they’d find.

And he ain’t gonna jump no more!


(chorus)


The ambulance was on the spot

the jeeps were running wild.

The medics jumped and screamed with glee

rolled up their sleeves and smiled,

for it had been a week or more

since last a chute had failed.

And he aint gonna jump no more!


(chorus)


He hit the ground, the sound was “splat”,

his blood was spurting high.

His comrades they were heard to say

“A hell of a way to die.”

He lay there rolling round

in the welter of his gore.

And he ain’t gonna jump no more!


(chorus)


There was blood upon the risers

There was brains upon the chute.

Intestines were a dangling from

his paratrooper suit.

He was a mess, they picked him up

and poured him from his boots.

And he ain’t gonna jump no more!

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