Yeah, he was 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 FDA 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 the 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 trench mouth When we were living way down south He had a really big trench mouth He had a really big trench mouth When we were living way down south He had a really big trench mouth 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 I'll find him someday I should put up some fliers Can you think of another way? He had a really big trench mouth When we were living way down south Then he up and disappeared He just left his car up here He had a really big trench mouth When we were living way down south He had a really big trench mouth Nobody seems to know why he Would disappear just leaving me here On a dirty hill for all time Me and the pine tree I stand behind He had a really big trench mouth When we were living way down south He had a really big trench mouth