The Passenger (Minuet For Americans)

O' the open aired passenger, his chin moved up the left
 O' the open aired passenger, his brain fell out his head
 His wife in pink, what did she think
 As she held his remainder in her hands
 Scrambling over the seat for the largest pieces of his skull
 What he surely can't afford to lose
 O' the captain of 123, a plane he no longer could steer
 O' the captain of 123, before the mountains appeared
 The flight control, what did they know
 As their charge just kept right on hovering
 And the girl on board, what did she know
 As she heard her mother whispering
 "Do not be afraid, we'll be alright"
 And the barber of New Orleans, the day the raining began
 O' the barber of New Orleans, when the levee gave in
 No saints came marching out, no booming voices from above
 But he had nary a doubt
 For he oh-so-often was told of love
 By the good book that guided his land
 And they all said
 "Do not be afraid, we'll be alright"