Six men trapped and no way out 
 The grim reaper laughing up his sleave no doubt. 
 Our half track just a burned out shell 
 Our radio it is gone as well. 
 We had made a wrong turn and ended up in hell 
 Without help that is where we soon will dwell. 

The German army is dug in all around 
  They still hold this little French town. 
A few dozen homes,a church and a cafe 
 Not far from Paris on a warm summer day. 
The townsfolk had packed and gone away 
 They knew the German army wasn't here to play. 

Six of us in a house next to a cemetary wall 
 And no way out for us at all. 
And the Germans knew where we were at 
Once in awhile against the wall a bullet would splat. 
 Just to let us know! we can see you rats 
 Wont be long till we send in the cats. 

 We were sitting and talking how to beat the krauts 
When from another room a voice rings out. 
 It said welcome gentlemen to my home 
 Would you care to use my telephone? 
 He was the priest from the village,a Father Jerome 
 He had stayed behind all alone. 

  We had never gave the telephone a thought 
 The poles were all down the service shot. 
 Father Jerome says I have the F.F.I. on the line 
 They are just waiting for my sign. 
 He said gentlemen come have a glass of wine 
 Help will be here in a very short time. 

  Now Father Jerome is a very strange man 
 Says he was born an American. 
He grew up in Chicago where his family still stays 
 He said he saw the errors of his ways 
 He became a priest and learned to pray 
  When he witnessed a massacre on Valentines day. 

 Now Smitty and Roy were from Chicago too 
 They thought his story didnt sound real true. 
 They said later the murderers were never found 
 It would be easy to hide behind a crucifix and gown 
  And the cops could turn the world upside down. 
 While you hid in a little French town. 

 Then Roy spotted some Germans just out of range 
  They were running and pointing and acting strange. 
 Then some Sherman tanks came into sight 
 And this started a great big fight. 
Pattons boys saved our skins alright 
 And this was the battle that saved Paris from the German might. 

 After the battle the little town was no longer there 
  With teary eyes Father Jerome knelt in prayer. 
 And the Grim Reaper threw down his pen and closed his log book 
 Then walked away without a backward look. 
 Sorry old friend about the problems you undertook 
 But we just survived another Donnybrook. 
 
Elmer Ake