TrenchMouth

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 a lot 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 stand behind 

He had a really big trenchmouth 
When we were living way down south 
He had a really big trenchmouth