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Well, he came home the war
With a party in his
And modified DeVille
And a pair of that opened up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog wouldn't sit still
He went and took up with a Salvation Army girl
Who played dirty water on a
He went to sleep at the bottom of lake
And he "gee, but it's great to be home"
Well, he came from the war with a party in his head
And an idea for a fireworks
And he knew that he'd be ready with a stainless machete
And a a pint of Ballentine's each day
And he holed up in above a hardware store
Cryin' nothing 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 flyswatter banjo on his
With a lucky tiger in his angel hair and for getting there
found him in a eucalyptus tree
Lieutenant got him a canary bird and her head with 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 hanging on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the only thing that holds 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 to God you'd have to tell a lie