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Well, he came from the war
With a in his head
And modified DeVille
And a pair of legs that opened up like wings
And a mad dog wouldn't sit still
He and took up with a Salvation Army band girl
Who played dirty water on a
He went to sleep at the 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 fireworks
And he knew he'd be ready with a stainless steel machete
And a half a of Ballentine's each day
And he up in room above a hardware store
Cryin' nothing but Hollywood tears
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 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 bird and skanked her head with every word
moonbeams in a song
He got twenty years for lovin' her from some governor
Said "everything Doughboy does is wrong"
Now some say doing the obituary mambo
Now some say he's hanging on the wall
Perhaps yarn's the only thing that holds this man together
Some say he was never at all
And say they saw him down in Birmingham
Sleeping in a boxcar by
And if you think that you can tell a tale
I swear to God have to tell a lie