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Well, he came home the war
With a party in his
And Brougham DeVille
And a pair of legs opened up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog wouldn't sit still
He went and up with a Salvation Army band girl
Who played dirty water on a
He went to sleep at the bottom of lake
And he said "gee, but it's 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 he'd be ready with a stainless steel
And a half a pint of Ballentine's day
And he up in room above a hardware store
Cryin' nothing but Hollywood tears
He put a on some poor little Crutchfield girl
And like that for twenty-seven years
He up all his expectations, he lit out for California
With a banjo on his knee
With a lucky tiger in his angel and Benzedrine for getting there
They him in a eucalyptus tree
Lieutenant got him a bird and skanked her head with every word
Chesterfielded in a song
He got twenty years for lovin' her from some governor
Said "everything Doughboy does is wrong"
Now some say he's doing the mambo
Now some say that hanging on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the only thing that this man together
Some say he was here at all
And some say they saw him down in
in a boxcar going by
And if you think that you can tell a tale
I to God you'd have to tell a lie