JUNGLE JIM SONGS OF 1961 ON THEIR WAY TO VIETNAM
LATER AIR COMMANDOS
C-47 MEMORIES
FROM THE UNOFFICIAL FILES OF EUGENE D. ROSSEL
THE OTHER SONG
(Tune: Cigarettes & Whiskey)
Gather around flyboys, I'll sing you a tune
Of life with the Air Force and four ancient goons
They shook and they shuddered, protesting each mile
But they crossed the Pacific from isle to isle
Departing one morning from old number nine
To Destin the Crestview for one final time
Off for Montana all day in the sky
Watching the US and A pass on by
Commander's decisions, last minute revisions
They'll drive you crazy, They'll drive you insane
Next morning at four we were up and around
Through headwinds and snowstorms the goons thundered on
Three stopped at Whitehorse, but Owens went by
Oh! Elmendorf radar oh where the hell am I
The next leg's to Adak, an island of stone
It seemed that good fortune had left us alone
We wondered why we flew this route straight to Hell
But Niles had picked it and he's Tac Eval
The V.C. and snake bites and bugs that bite all night
They'll drive you crazy, They'll drive you insane
The trip down to Midway was filled with remorse
The nav's all had trouble with the line they called course
Through UHF DF we all got the word
And came into Midway, that blundering herd
One day to Wake another to Guam
They seemed like short trips to our prop driven bomb
Then on to Bien Hoa in the final test
But Lewis decided it's time for a rest
The couriers and Recon on the banks of the Mekong
They'll drive you crazy, They'll drive you insane
We finally made Bien Hoa, but things here are sad
The commander is worried, morale is so bad
But he has a solution that will fix all that
A guaranteed genuine good morale hat
Each week we're inspected by Generals from Clark
They get here in daylight and leave before dark
But we've still got spirit, desire still burns
That someday we'll rotate and never return
The faucets they all fail, there's no pay and no mail
It drives you crazy, it drives you insane