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Well, he came from the war
a party in his head
And modified Brougham
And a of legs that opened up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog wouldn't sit still
He went and up with a Salvation Army band girl
Who dirty water on a swordfishtrombone
He went to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller
And he "gee, but it's great to be home"
Well, he home from the war with a party in his head
And an for a fireworks display
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 room a hardware store
Cryin' nothing there but tears
He put a spell on some poor little Crutchfield
And stayed like for twenty-seven years
He packed up all his expectations, he lit out for
With a banjo on his knee
With a lucky tiger in his angel hair and Benzedrine for there
found him in a eucalyptus tree
Lieutenant got him a canary bird and skanked her with every word
Chesterfielded moonbeams in a
He got twenty years for lovin' her from some governor
Said "everything Doughboy does is wrong"
Now some say he's doing the obituary
Now some say he's hanging on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the only thing that this 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 think that you can a bigger tale
I swear to God have to tell a lie