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Well, he came home the war
With a party in his
And modified Brougham
And a pair of legs opened up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog that sit still
He went and up with a Salvation Army band girl
Who played dirty water on a
He to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller lake
And he said "gee, but great to be home"
Well, he came home from the war a party in his head
And an for a fireworks display
And he knew that be ready with a stainless steel machete
And a a pint of Ballentine's each day
And he holed up in room above a store
Cryin' nothing there but tears
He put a spell on some poor little girl
And stayed like for twenty-seven years
He up all his expectations, he lit out for California
With a flyswatter banjo on his
a lucky tiger in his angel hair and Benzedrine for getting there
They him in a eucalyptus tree
Lieutenant got him a canary bird and skanked her head every word
Chesterfielded moonbeams in a
He got twenty years for lovin' her some Oklahoma governor
"everything this Doughboy does is wrong"
Now some say doing the obituary mambo
Now some say that he's on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the only that holds this man together
say he was never here at all
And some say saw him down in Birmingham
Sleeping in a going by
And if you that you can tell a bigger tale
I swear to God you'd have to a lie