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Well, he came home the war
With a party in his
And modified DeVille
And a of legs that opened up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog wouldn't sit still
He went and took up with a Salvation Army band
Who played dirty on a swordfishtrombone
He went to at the bottom of Tenkiller lake
And he "gee, but it's great to be home"
Well, he came home from the war with a party in his
And an for a fireworks display
And he that he'd be ready with a stainless steel machete
And a half a pint of each day
And he holed up in room a hardware store
Cryin' nothing there but tears
He put a spell on some little Crutchfield girl
And stayed like that for twenty-seven
He packed up all his expectations, he lit out for
a flyswatter banjo on his knee
With a lucky tiger in his hair and Benzedrine for getting there
They found him in a tree
Lieutenant got him a canary bird and skanked her head with word
Chesterfielded moonbeams in a
He got twenty years for lovin' her from Oklahoma governor
"everything this Doughboy does is wrong"
Now some say he's doing the obituary
Now some say that hanging on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the only thing that holds man together
Some say he was here at all
And say they 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 to tell a lie