Yeah, he was a big landowner

He was a bad mouth breather

But you can see his station wagon stand alone

Woulda, coulda, we shoulda 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 alot to say



That guy's a lousy actor

He was a hard-core cracker

He wore a trenchcoat, and waved a 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



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 someday

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 pinetree I satnd behind



He had a really big trenchmouth

When we were living way down south

He had a really big trenchmouth