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Well, he came home the war
a party in his head
And modified DeVille
And a of legs that opened up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog that wouldn't sit
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 "gee, but it's great to be home"
Well, he came home from the war a party in his head
And an idea for a display
And he knew that he'd be ready with a stainless machete
And a half a pint of each day
And he holed up in room a hardware store
Cryin' nothing there but Hollywood
He put a on some poor little Crutchfield girl
And stayed that for twenty-seven years
He packed up all his expectations, he lit out for
With a flyswatter banjo on his
With a lucky tiger in his angel hair and for getting there
They found him in a tree
Lieutenant got him a canary bird and skanked her head every word
Chesterfielded moonbeams in a
He got twenty for lovin' her from some Oklahoma governor
"everything this Doughboy does is wrong"
Now some say he's doing the obituary
Now some say that he's hanging on the
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
Sleeping in a going by
And if you think that you can tell a bigger
I swear to God have to tell a lie