Chords for Thud Pilot
Tempo:
87.15 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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The Phantom worked the only jet fighter with a piece of the action in that fracas.
Although you'd never know it by listening to a bunch of Phantom pilots.
There was the F-105 Thunderchief.
Most of us called it a thud, but never with an ounce of disrespect.
Why, there's enough pure raw courage in one thud pilot to make heroes out of an entire bomber squadron.
I've watched those F-105 drivers baby that monstrous bucket of bolts into places the devil himself wouldn't go.
They'd come roaring in, peel off in a screamin' dive, point that thing at the ground, and pray I reckon.
You see the Thunderchief don't carry but one pilot.
And I used to wonder just how lonesome it got for those guys.
Nobody to talk to like in the Phantom, except the Lord maybe.
One engine, one seat, one set of eyeballs, and one pilot.
Yep, among fighter planes the thud was sort of the last of the red hot mamas.
Now it's true that to a wolfpack fighter pilot there ain't a plane anywhere that can hold a candle to a Phantom.
But I'll give you a little tip.
Don't ever badmouth a thud, or a thud pilot, where a Phantom driver can hear you.
It might cost you a few teeth.
I'm a thud pilot, I [B] love my plane.
It is my body, [E] I am its brain.
My Thunderchief loves me, and I love [A] her too.
But I get the creeps with [B] only one seat, and [E] one engine too.
She's faster than lightning, it says on her [B] dials.
To get a thud airborne takes [E] only two miles.
She's packed with transistors, black [A] boxes, diodes.
But [E] stay alert, cause you [B] might get hurt when [E] she explodes.
She totes more bombs than a B [B]
-17.
My F-105 has a [E] gun and she's mean.
But there is one thing that [A] curdles my blood.
It's [E] lonesome up there, alone [B] in the air in my [E] single seat thud.
I love my thud, and she [B] loves me too.
But she soaks up flak like a [E] magnet can do.
If I get my hundred, and [A] I'm still alive.
[E] I'll have no grief, goodbye [B] Thunderchief, my [E] F-105.
Although you'd never know it by listening to a bunch of Phantom pilots.
There was the F-105 Thunderchief.
Most of us called it a thud, but never with an ounce of disrespect.
Why, there's enough pure raw courage in one thud pilot to make heroes out of an entire bomber squadron.
I've watched those F-105 drivers baby that monstrous bucket of bolts into places the devil himself wouldn't go.
They'd come roaring in, peel off in a screamin' dive, point that thing at the ground, and pray I reckon.
You see the Thunderchief don't carry but one pilot.
And I used to wonder just how lonesome it got for those guys.
Nobody to talk to like in the Phantom, except the Lord maybe.
One engine, one seat, one set of eyeballs, and one pilot.
Yep, among fighter planes the thud was sort of the last of the red hot mamas.
Now it's true that to a wolfpack fighter pilot there ain't a plane anywhere that can hold a candle to a Phantom.
But I'll give you a little tip.
Don't ever badmouth a thud, or a thud pilot, where a Phantom driver can hear you.
It might cost you a few teeth.
I'm a thud pilot, I [B] love my plane.
It is my body, [E] I am its brain.
My Thunderchief loves me, and I love [A] her too.
But I get the creeps with [B] only one seat, and [E] one engine too.
She's faster than lightning, it says on her [B] dials.
To get a thud airborne takes [E] only two miles.
She's packed with transistors, black [A] boxes, diodes.
But [E] stay alert, cause you [B] might get hurt when [E] she explodes.
She totes more bombs than a B [B]
-17.
My F-105 has a [E] gun and she's mean.
But there is one thing that [A] curdles my blood.
It's [E] lonesome up there, alone [B] in the air in my [E] single seat thud.
I love my thud, and she [B] loves me too.
But she soaks up flak like a [E] magnet can do.
If I get my hundred, and [A] I'm still alive.
[E] I'll have no grief, goodbye [B] Thunderchief, my [E] F-105.
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The Phantom worked the only jet fighter with a piece of the action in that fracas.
Although you'd never know it by listening to a bunch of Phantom pilots.
There was the F-105 Thunderchief.
Most of us called it a thud, but never with an ounce of disrespect.
Why, there's enough pure raw courage in one thud pilot to make heroes out of an entire bomber squadron.
I've watched those F-105 drivers baby that monstrous bucket of bolts into places the devil himself wouldn't go.
They'd come roaring in, peel off in a screamin' dive, point that thing at the ground, and pray I reckon.
You see the Thunderchief don't carry but one pilot.
And I used to wonder just how lonesome it got for those guys.
Nobody to talk to like in the Phantom, except the Lord maybe.
One engine, one seat, one set of eyeballs, and one pilot.
Yep, among fighter planes the thud was sort of the last of the red hot mamas.
Now it's true that to a wolfpack fighter pilot there ain't a plane anywhere that can hold a candle to a Phantom.
But I'll give you a little tip.
Don't ever badmouth a thud, or a thud pilot, where a Phantom driver can hear you.
It might cost you a few teeth. _ _
I'm a thud pilot, _ _ I [B] love my plane.
_ _ It is my body, _ _ [E] I am its brain.
_ My Thunderchief loves me, _ _ and I love [A] her too.
_ But I get the creeps with [B] only one seat, and [E] one engine too.
_ _ She's faster than lightning, _ _ it says on her [B] dials.
_ To get a thud airborne _ takes [E] only two miles.
_ She's packed with transistors, _ black [A] boxes, diodes.
_ But [E] stay alert, cause you [B] might get hurt when [E] she explodes.
_ _ She totes more bombs _ than a B [B]
-17.
_ _ My F-105 _ has a [E] gun and she's mean.
_ _ But there is one thing _ that [A] curdles my blood.
_ It's [E] lonesome up there, alone [B] in the air in my [E] single seat thud.
_ _ I love my thud, _ _ and she [B] loves me too.
_ _ But she soaks up flak like a [E] magnet can do.
_ _ If I get my hundred, _ _ and [A] I'm still alive.
_ _ [E] I'll have no grief, goodbye [B] Thunderchief, my [E] F-105. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Although you'd never know it by listening to a bunch of Phantom pilots.
There was the F-105 Thunderchief.
Most of us called it a thud, but never with an ounce of disrespect.
Why, there's enough pure raw courage in one thud pilot to make heroes out of an entire bomber squadron.
I've watched those F-105 drivers baby that monstrous bucket of bolts into places the devil himself wouldn't go.
They'd come roaring in, peel off in a screamin' dive, point that thing at the ground, and pray I reckon.
You see the Thunderchief don't carry but one pilot.
And I used to wonder just how lonesome it got for those guys.
Nobody to talk to like in the Phantom, except the Lord maybe.
One engine, one seat, one set of eyeballs, and one pilot.
Yep, among fighter planes the thud was sort of the last of the red hot mamas.
Now it's true that to a wolfpack fighter pilot there ain't a plane anywhere that can hold a candle to a Phantom.
But I'll give you a little tip.
Don't ever badmouth a thud, or a thud pilot, where a Phantom driver can hear you.
It might cost you a few teeth. _ _
I'm a thud pilot, _ _ I [B] love my plane.
_ _ It is my body, _ _ [E] I am its brain.
_ My Thunderchief loves me, _ _ and I love [A] her too.
_ But I get the creeps with [B] only one seat, and [E] one engine too.
_ _ She's faster than lightning, _ _ it says on her [B] dials.
_ To get a thud airborne _ takes [E] only two miles.
_ She's packed with transistors, _ black [A] boxes, diodes.
_ But [E] stay alert, cause you [B] might get hurt when [E] she explodes.
_ _ She totes more bombs _ than a B [B]
-17.
_ _ My F-105 _ has a [E] gun and she's mean.
_ _ But there is one thing _ that [A] curdles my blood.
_ It's [E] lonesome up there, alone [B] in the air in my [E] single seat thud.
_ _ I love my thud, _ _ and she [B] loves me too.
_ _ But she soaks up flak like a [E] magnet can do.
_ _ If I get my hundred, _ _ and [A] I'm still alive.
_ _ [E] I'll have no grief, goodbye [B] Thunderchief, my [E] F-105. _ _ _ _ _
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