Mama Bake A Pie (Daddy Kill A Chicken)
By: Drive-By Truckers
Written By: Tom T. Hall
Capo I
INTRO: E A E A E A E A
Verse 1:
E A E A E A E A
People starin' at me as they wheel me down the ramp toward my plane
E A E A E A E A
The war is over for me, I've forgotten everything except the pain
D E A E A
"Thank you sir and yes sir, it was worth it for the old red white and blue
B A E A E (A)
Since I won't be walkin', I suppose I'll save some money buyin' shoes"
Verse 2:
E A E A E A E A
The bottle hidden underneath the blanket over my two battered legs
E A E A E A E A
I can see the stewardess makin' over me and askin me "were you afraid?"
D E A E A
I say "why no I'm Superman, couldn't find the phone booth quite in time"
B A E A E A
A G.I. gets a lot of laughs if he remembers all the funny lines
Chorus:
A E A E A
Mama bake a pie, Daddy kill a chicken
E A E A E A E A
Your son is comin' home eleven thirty-five Wednesday night
Verse 3:
E A E A E A E A
Mama will be cryin', Daddy's gonna say "Son, they treat you good?"
E A E A E A E A
My uncle will be drunk and he'll say "Boy they do some real great things with wood"
D E A E A
The letter that she wrote me said goodbye, she couldn't wait and lots of luck
B A E A E A
The bottle underneath the blanket feels just like an old friend to my touch
Verse 4:
E A E A E A E A
And I know she'll come and see me, but I bet she never once looks at my legs
E A E A E A E A
She'll just talk about the weather and the dress she wore, the July 4th parade
D E A E A
Lord I love her so much that I don't think I can drink her off my mind
B A E A E A
And I can see it in the paper where they're sayin' that the war's a waste of time
Chorus:
A E A E A
Mama bake a pie, Daddy kill a chicken
E A E A E A E A
Your son is comin' home eleven thirty-five Wednesday night
E A E A E A E A
Your son is comin' home eleven thirty-five Wednesday night
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Your son is coming home eleven thirty-five Wednesday night
