I always was the reckless kind, I do what I must do 
I put the danger out of mind, and go on 
I joined the barnstorm fliers back in 1922 
And above those dusty farms , we put a shw on 

Fly, fly to the western sky 
Where the fog bank shifts and the danger lies 
Why, why would you never learn 
That you won't come back from the Immelman Turn? 
Fly, fly to the red sunrise 
Where the cloudbanks shift under copper skies 
Why, why would you never learn 
That you won't come back from the Immelman Turn? 

From aboard a Curtiss Jenny, oh, you see things differently 
And the farm boys wait for joyrides in the clearing 
I went out walking on the wing in 1923 
And above the engine noise I heard them cheering 

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You won't come back from the Immelman Turn 
Why, why, why? 
You won't come back from the Immelman Turn 
Why, why, why? 
There never was a one like you 
Who knew that way to fly 
But you won't come back from the Immelman Turn 
Why, why, why? 

The frost was on your ailerons, and the wind was in your hair 
When you went into the climb I saw you laughing 
When the engine stalls and you start to spin 
You won't get out of there 
And a hush comes on the crowd as you go falling 

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