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The Night They Drove the Death Star Down

by Rob Wynne and Jeff Williams

To the Tune of "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" by The Band


Luke Skywalker's my name and I come from the desert plains
And my life was all pretty dull until the stormtroopers came
Now I don't mind droid repair
And I can fly anything that goes into the air
But you can't wipe out my whole family
And expect me to take it standing on my feet

The night they drove the Death Star down
All the fighters were coming
The night they drove the Death Star down
And all the lasers were humming
They went pow pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-pow
pow-pow-pow-pow pow-pow-pow-pow

Well I left my home on Tatooine and the rebels called to me
Said "Luke, my friend, come quick, we need you to fly this X-wing"
Well, I had R-2 on my side
And I had men protecthing my hide
But instead of using the Target screen
I relied on the force of some mystery unseen

The night they drove the Death Star down
All the fighters were coming
The night they drove the Death Star down
And all the lasers were humming
They went pow pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-pow
pow-pow-pow-pow pow-pow-pow-pow

Like my father before me I'm a Jedi Knight
And like the others before me I won't run from the fight
I was just eighteen, young and brave
But the empire's sent many brave men to the grave
Han Solo said that it was suicide
But we fought because we had to stem the tide!

The night they drove the Death Star down
All the fighters were coming
The night they drove the Death Star down
And all the lasers were humming
They went pow pow-pow-pow-pow-pow-pow
pow-pow-pow-pow pow-pow-pow-pow

© 1998, 2002 Rob Wynne and Jeff Williams

Robert Wynne ("Doc") is a gentleman rogue and a scholar of truth. He has been, at alternate times, a writer, an editor, a salesman, a teacher, a freelance computer consultant and a charming vagrant. You can reach him via e-mail at doc@america.net.

While herding a sturdy diesel across the highways of life Jeff Williams dreamed of becoming a writer. In between haunting railroad yards he scribbles cryptic notes on slightly-used paper napkins and posts them off to his colaborator, Rob Wynne. They brainstorm these abstruse anagrams into the tales that you've just been reading. And people say the youth of America have no goals in life. You can reach Jeff at jtwrccc@aol.com

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