Sky Gunners . . .

by: Johnny Hubbs

Sometimes in the night, I awake to the Day
Only to wonder, what made us feel this way

Yea, and in my mind, I think of the time
Flying over the tree-tops, of Viet-Nam

All of us that served, did it with Great Pride
From Bein Hoa, to China Beach,
just watching the tide

Now and many years later, I think of that time
Flying, over the tree-tops, of Viet-Nam
Gunners in the sky,
this may be the day you Die
Flying over the tree-tops, of Viet-Nam
Praying everyday, that Viet-Nam wasn’t a Lie

Flying in those tin-can helicopters,
they said wouldn’t Fly

But, everybody knew, that what you needed,
it came from the sky,
Gunners in the sky,
this may be the day, you Die
Flying over the tree-tops, of Viet-Nam

Many Grunts were in the jungles of the Bush
Looking to each other for trust
Because, you see, out there it was a Must
To look to each other, for that trust

Many Grunts, in the Jungles of the Bush
Now, Gunners in the sky,
this may be the day, you Die
Flying, over the tree-tops, of Viet-Nam . . .

Johnny Hubbs

Dedicated to all, Helicopter Crewmembers, and to the Grunts we served . . . Welcome Home, My Brothers! I wrote SkyGunners back in '91 or so, about what I did in Vietnam. My brother-in-law put music to it, sounds alright but he never played it again. Oh well . . . sometimes you need to do things yourself . . .