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Well, he home from the war
a party in his head
And Brougham DeVille
And a pair of that opened up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog that sit still
He went and took up with a Salvation Army girl
Who dirty water on a swordfishtrombone
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 with a in his head
And an idea for a fireworks
And he knew that he'd be ready a stainless steel machete
And a half a pint of Ballentine's day
And he holed up in room a hardware store
nothing there but Hollywood tears
He put a on some poor little Crutchfield girl
And stayed like 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 hair and Benzedrine for getting
They found him in a eucalyptus
Lieutenant got him a canary and skanked her head with every word
Chesterfielded in a song
He got twenty years for lovin' her from some governor
"everything this Doughboy does is wrong"
Now some say he's doing the obituary
Now some say he's hanging on the wall
this yarn's the only thing that holds this man together
Some say he was here at all
And some say saw him down in Birmingham
Sleeping in a boxcar by
And if you think you can tell a bigger tale
I to God you'd have to tell a lie