There's a lonesome old fire
out on the field at night
With a picture in his logbook
that's holding him so tight
He's got 25 missions on his Mary Jane
An d he's dreaming of old glories
Well, Charlie met his Mary
down at the widow's dance
Where a turn around the floor
turned into a wild romance
and he had the Hollywood smile
So he flew a little closer
and he watched her for an Irish mile
He's gonna kick the tires
and climb like a homesick angel
He's catchin' out tonight
Charlie got a tailwind home
He had a lot of good buddies back in 44
never made it through the war
And now he's tailing Charlie
He's standing on the ramp
And he can still hear the roar
of those mighty right cyclones
ripping through the flesh and the bones
Oh, K .I .A. is what the letters always said
But no matter what he wrote,
those young boys were dead
Kick the tires and light the fires
and climb like a homesick angel
He's catching out tonight
Charlie got a tailwind home
And there's a lonesome old fire
With a picture in his logbook
that's holding him so tight
And there's a B -17 stealing
With the cyclones running silent,
And now the lights of his ship
And the boys at Charlie's let's say,
lying cold in the morning rain
But they never found a book
or the picture of his Mary Jane
lyin' cold in the mornin' rain
But they never found a book
or the picture of his Mary Jane
Kick the tires in, light the fires in,
climb like a homestick angel
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