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Well, he came from the war
With a in his head
And Brougham DeVille
And a pair of legs that opened up like butterfly
And a mad dog wouldn't sit still
He went and took up with a Salvation band girl
Who played dirty water on a
He went to at the bottom of Tenkiller 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 display
And he knew that he'd be ready with a steel machete
And a a pint of Ballentine's each day
And he holed up in above a hardware store
Cryin' nothing there but tears
He put a spell on some little Crutchfield girl
And stayed like that for twenty-seven
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 and skanked her head with every word
Chesterfielded moonbeams in a
He got twenty years for lovin' her some Oklahoma governor
Said "everything this does is wrong"
Now say he's doing the obituary mambo
Now some say that he's hanging on the
Perhaps this yarn's the only thing that holds man together
Some say he was here at all
And say they saw him down in Birmingham
Sleeping in a going by
And if you that you can tell a bigger tale
I to God you'd have to tell a lie