Mama Bake a Pie (Daddy Kill a Chicken) Songtext
von Drive‐By Truckers

People staring at me as they wheel me down the ramp towards 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 ′cause he remembers all the funny lines

Mama, bake a pie
Daddy, kill a chicken
Your son is coming home
11:35, Wednesday night


Mama will be crying, 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

And I know she′ll come and see me but I bet she never once looks at my legs
She always talks about the weather and the dress she wore in the July Fourth parade
Lord, I love her so much and I don't think I can drink her off my mind
And I can see it in the paper where they're sayin′ that the war is a waste of time

Mama, bake a pie
Daddy, kill a chicken
Your son is coming home
11:35, Wednesday night

Your son is coming home
11:35, Wednesday night
Your son is coming home
11: 35, Wednesday night