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Well, he home from the war
a party in his head
And Brougham DeVille
And a pair of legs opened up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog that sit still
He went and took up a Salvation Army band girl
Who played dirty water on a
He went to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller
And he said "gee, but great to be home"
Well, he came home from the war with a in his head
And an idea for a fireworks
And he knew that he'd be ready with a stainless steel
And a half a pint of Ballentine's day
And he up in room above a hardware store
Cryin' nothing there but Hollywood
He put a on some poor little Crutchfield girl
And stayed like that for 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 found him in a eucalyptus
Lieutenant got him a canary bird and skanked her with every word
moonbeams in a song
He got twenty years for lovin' her from Oklahoma governor
"everything this Doughboy does is wrong"
Now some say he's the obituary mambo
Now say that he's hanging on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the thing that holds this man together
Some say he was here at all
And some say saw him down in Birmingham
Sleeping in a boxcar by
And if you think that you can a bigger tale
I swear to God you'd have to a lie