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Well, he came from the war
With a in his head
And modified Brougham
And a pair of legs that opened up like wings
And a mad dog that sit still
He went and up with a Salvation Army band girl
Who played dirty water on a
He went to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller
And he "gee, but it's great to be home"
Well, he came home from the war with a party in his
And an idea for a fireworks
And he knew that he'd be with a stainless steel machete
And a half a pint of Ballentine's day
And he up in room above a hardware store
nothing there but Hollywood tears
He put a spell on some poor little girl
And stayed like that for twenty-seven
He packed up all his expectations, he lit out for
With a flyswatter banjo on his
a lucky tiger in his angel hair and Benzedrine for getting there
They found him in a tree
Lieutenant got him a bird and skanked her head with every word
moonbeams in a song
He got twenty years for lovin' her from some 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 holds this man together
Some say he was here at all
And some say they saw him down in
Sleeping in a going by
And if you think that you can tell a tale
I swear to God you'd to tell a lie