On a clear April day, 1963 I took a memorable ride on a silver submarine 100+ men, John Wesley Harvey and me All aboard the SSN – 593 Goin down, goin down Goin down down down down Harvey to base, we’re at 1,000 feet Jimmy’s doin real good I think he’s getting ahold of this thing Then the rattle of pipes, then the hiss of the steam I was the man of the hour till the alarm bells started ringing Goin down, goin down Goin down down down down Oh Thresher, we can’t take no more Slow pirouette into the arms of the ocean floor Wonder and fear, unending black sea Held everyone’s gaze in quiet humility Mother ocean we are at the mercy of thee Like children in uniform balancing on your knee Goin down, goin down Goin down down down down Oh Thresher, we can’t take no more Slow pirouette into the arms of the ocean floor Oh Thresher, we can’t take no more Slow pirouette into the arms of the ocean floor