Tchepone
Composer(s): Chuck Rosenberg - Robin Thomas - Toby Hughes
Performer(s): Toby Hughes



I was hanging 'round Ops
just spending my time
not on the schedule
not earning a dime
When a colonel steps up
and he says I suppose
you fly a fighter by the cut
of your clothes
He figures me right
'm, a good one I say

Do you happen to have me
a target today?
He says Yes I do, a real easy one
No sweat my boy
it's an old time milk run

I gets all excited
and ask where it's at
He gives me a wink
and a tip of his hat
	
Two-fifty miles away from home drome
a sweet little hamlet that's known as
Tchepone

Oh, you'll sure love Tchepone 

I get on my G-suit
and strap on my gun
Helmet and gloves
out the door on the run
Fire up my Phantom
and take to the air
Two's tucked in tight
and we haven't a care 	  	
In forty five minutes
we're over the town
From twenty eight thousand
we're screaming on down 
Arm up the switches
and dial in the mils
Rack up the wings
and roll in for the kill

I feel a bit sorry
for folks down below
Of destruction that's coming
they surely don't know

The thought passes quickly
We know a war's on
On down we scream
toward peaceful Tchepone

Unsuspecting, peaceful Tchepone
Release altitude
and the pipper's not right
I'll press just a little
and lay 'em in tight

I pickle those beauties
at two point five grand
I'm starting my pull
when it all hits the fan
  	
A black puff in front
and then two off the right
Six or eight more
and I suck it up tight
There's small arms and tracer
and heavy ack ack
It's scattered to broken
with all kinds of flack 	  	

I jink hard to left
and head out for the blue
My wingman says
Lead, they're shooting at you!

No Bull, I cry as I point it for home
Still comes the fire
from the town of Tchepone

Dirty, deadly Tchepone

I make it back home
with six holes in my bird
With the colonel that sent me
I'd sure like a word
He's nowhere around
though I look near and far
He's gone back to Seventh
to help run the war
I've been round this country
for many a day
I've seen all the things
that they're throwing my way

I know that there's places
I don't like to go
down in the Delta
and in Tally Ho
	  	
But I'll bet all my flight pay
the jock ain't been born
Who can keep all his cool
when he's over Tchepone

Oh, don't go to Tchepone