作曲 : Creagor
Yeah, he was big landowner
He was a bad mouth breather
But you can see his station wagon stand alone
Woulda, coulda, we should've known
He was a failed cropduster
I am his little sister
He was a whistleblower for the 
FDAMaybe 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 trench coat and he waved a 
Dixie flag
But he's my brother so 
I bragDon'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 stayI'm hoping they'll find him someday
I should put up some flyers
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