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Well, he came from the war
With a in his head
And Brougham DeVille
And a pair of legs 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 water on a
He went to at the bottom of Tenkiller lake
And he said "gee, but great to be home"
Well, he came home from the war with a party in his
And an idea for a display
And he knew that he'd be ready with a stainless machete
And a half a pint of Ballentine's day
And he holed up in room above a store
Cryin' nothing there but tears
He put a spell on some poor little Crutchfield
And stayed that for twenty-seven years
He up all his expectations, he lit out for California
a flyswatter 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 canary bird and skanked her with every word
Chesterfielded in a song
He got twenty years for lovin' her some Oklahoma governor
"everything this Doughboy does is wrong"
Now some say he's doing the mambo
Now say that he's hanging on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the only that holds this man together
Some say he was here at all
And some say they saw him in Birmingham
in a boxcar going by
And if you that you can tell a bigger tale
I swear to God you'd to tell a lie