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Mama Bake A Pie (Daddy Kill A Chicken)
Drive‐By Truckers
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🇬🇧 English · Original
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People gather round me as they wheel me up the ramp to the plane
The war is over for me, I've forgotten everything except the pain
Thank you, sir, and yes, sir, it was worth it for the ol' red, white, and blue
And since I can't use my legs, I guess I'll save some money buying shoes
The bottle hidden underneath my blanket by my two poor mangled legs
I can see the stewardess making over me and asking me, "Were you afraid?"
I said, "Why, no, I'm Superman and didn't find the phone booth quite in time"
A GI gets a lot of laughs when he remembers all the funny lines
Mama, bake a pie
Daddy, kill a chicken
Your son is coming home
11:35, Wednesday night
Mama, she'll be crying, and Dad will ask, "Son, did they treat you good?"
My uncle Tom will be drunk and he'll say something crude like, "They can sure do some real nice things with wood"
The letter that you wrote me said you couldn't wait, you love me, lots of luck
And the bottle hidden underneath my blanket feels like an old friend to my touch
And I know you'll come and see me and not once, will you look at my legs
No, we'll just talk about the weather and the dress you wore the July Fourth parade
And God, I love you so much and I don't think I can drink you off my mind
And I hope to God I don't find out that all of this is just a waste of time
Mama, bake a pie
Daddy, kill a chicken
Your son is coming home
11:35, Wednesday night
Your son is coming home
11:35, Wednesday night
Your son is coming home
11:35, Wednesday night