Yeah, he was a big landowner.
He was a bad mouthbreaker.
But you can see his station wagon stand
 alone.
Woulda, coulda, we should have 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 he 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 some day.
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.