| I always was the reckless kind, I do what I must do
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| I put the danger out of mind, and go on
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| I joined the barnstorm fliers back in 1922
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| And above those dusty farms, we put a shw on
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| Fly, fly to the western sky
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| Where the fog bank shifts and the danger lies
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| Why, why would you never learn
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| That you won’t come back from the Immelman Turn?
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| Fly, fly to the red sunrise
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| Where the cloudbanks shift under copper skies
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| Why, why would you never learn
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| That you won’t come back from the Immelman Turn?
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| From aboard a Curtiss Jenny, oh, you see things differently
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| And the farm boys wait for joyrides in the clearing
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| I went out walking on the wing in 1923
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| And above the engine noise I heard them cheering
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| Repeat chorus
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| You won’t come back from the Immelman Turn
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| Why, why, why?
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| You won’t come back from the Immelman Turn
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| Why, why, why?
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| There never was a one like you
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| Who knew that way to fly
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| But you won’t come back from the Immelman Turn
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| Why, why, why?
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| The frost was on your aieleron’s, and the wind was in your hair
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| When you went into the climb I saw you laughing
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| When the engine stalls and you start to spin
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| You won’t get out of there
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| And a hush comes on the crowd as you go falling
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| Repeat chorus
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| Repeat bridge |