Mama Bake A Pie Lyrics - The Fine Print - Drive By Truckers

People staring at me as they wheel me 

Down the ramp toward 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 

and he remembers all the funny lines 

[Chorus] 

Mama bake a pie 

Daddy kill a chicken 

Your son is coming home 

11:35, Wednesday night 

Mama will be crying and 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 just 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 

I see here in the paper 

Where they say the war is just a waste of time 

[Chorus] 

Your son is coming home 

11:35, Wednesday night 

Your son is coming home 

11:35, Wednesday night