Little John Lyrics

Little John, Little John

He flew copters in Nam

Where the pressure can break you

Or temper you strong

When your mission is sacred

And your brothers in need

You'll fly through the bullets

And pray you succeed

John was small in stature

And weighed a hundred thirty-five

But none of that mattered

When he flew them out alive

When the bullets flew around them

The stick was steady in his hand

And they knew they'd get home safely

With Little John in the command

When his service time had ended

He had battles in his head

He brought many home safely

But too many left dead

All the times fate was tempted

And how quickly lives were lost

It left a scar as a reminder

That there always was a cost

Little John, Little John

He flew copters in Nam

Where the pressure can break you

Or temper you strong

When your mission is sacred

And your brothers in need

You'll fly through the bullets

And pray you succeed

Many people will struggle

Try'n to do what is right

While other don't even care

Or are petty for spite

And a few have perspective

Of the ultimate test

That can cut through the bullcrap

And strive for the best

Integrity is special

And there's healing when real

When it's fake it is an illness

And a plague that's concealed

It's a beacon of hope

When there seems to be none

It's like a ride home to safety

On a chopper with John

Little John, Little John

He flew copters in Nam

Where the pressure can break you

Or temper you strong

When your mission is sacred

And your brothers in need

You'll fly through the bullets

And pray you succeed