He was a bad mouthbreather.
But you can see his station wagon stand alone.
Woulda, coulda, we should have known.
He was a failed cropduster.
I am his little sister.
He was a whistleblower for the F.D.A.
Maybe was them sent him away.
He was a football player.
He didn't have a lot to say.
That guy's a lousy actor.
He was a hard-core cracker.
He wore a trenchcoat and he waved that Dixie flag.
But he's my brother, so I brag.
Don't be no dark naysayer.
So they all said he was a fag.
He had a really big TrenchMouth
When we were living way down South.
He had a really big TrenchMouth.
He had a really big TrenchMouth
When we were living way down South.
He had a really big TrenchMouth.
When we were living way down South.
He had a really big TrenchMouth.
It's on the edge of nowhere.
No way for them to go there.
I know I'm not much help, but here is where I'll stay.
I'm hoping they'll find him some day.
I should put up some flyers.
Can you think of another way?
He had a really big TrenchMouth
When we were living way down South.
Then he up and disappeared.
He just left his car up here.
He had a really big TrenchMouth
When we were living way down South.
He had a really big TrenchMouth.
Nobody seems to know why he
Would disappear just leaving me here.
On a dirty hill for all time
Me and the pine tree that I stand behind.
He had a really big TrenchMouth
When we were living way down South.
He had a really big TrenchMouth.
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