Verse 1

Black smoke rising in the morning light,

Sirens screaming through another night.

Boots on the ground, but my heart's in the sky,

Watching young boys learn how to die.

Then I hear that thunder rolling through the rain,

A warbird coming like a runaway train.

Two engines screaming, cutting through the grey,

The Blackbird's coming — make way, make way!

Chorus

Blackbird, fly into the fire,

Carry our dreams a little higher.

A-10 screaming through the night,

Holding the line when we lose the fight.

Blackbird, don't you disappear,

We need your wings when the end is near.

If tomorrow never comes,

Let your engines sing for everyone.