"Mama Bake A Pie (Daddy Kill A Chicken)" lyrics - DRIVE-BY TRUCKERS

People staring at me as they wheel me
Down the ramp towards my 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 won't be walking
I suppose I'll save some money buying shoes

The bottle hidden underneath the blanket
Over my two battered legs
I can see the stewardess make over me
And askin' me, "Were you afraid?"

I'll say, "Why? No, I'm Superman
And couldn't find the phone booth quite in time"
A GI gets a lot of laughs
'Cause he remembers all the funny lines

Mama bake a pie
Daddy kill a chicken
Your son is coming home
11:35, Wednesday night

Mama will be crying, daddy's gonna say
"Son, did they treat you good?"
My uncle will be drunk and he'll say
"Boy, they doing some real great things with wood"

The letter that she wrote me said, "Goodbye"
She couldn't wait and lots of luck
The bottle underneath the blanket
Feels just like an old friend to my touch

I know she'll come and see me
But I bet she never once looks at my legs
Now, she'll talk about the weather
And the dress she wore the July 4th parade

Lord, I love her so much
And I don't think I can drink her off my mind
And I can see here in the paper
Where they're sayin' that the war is 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