Lyrics Mama Bake a Pie, Papa Kill a Chicken - Bobby Bare
People
starin′
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
old
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
see
the
stewardess
make
over
me
and
ask
were
you
afraid
I
say,
"Why?
No,
I'm
Superman
and
couldn′t
find
a
phone
booth
quite
in
time"
A
GI
gets
a
lotta
laughs
if
he
remembers
all
the
funny
lines
Mama
bake
a
pie,
daddy
kill
a
chicken
Your
son
is
comin′
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
do
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
She'll
talk
about
the
weather
and
the
dress
she
wore
the
July
4th
Parade
Lord,
I
love
her
and
I
don′t
believe
this
bottle's
gonna
get
her
off
my
mind
I
see
here
in
the
paper
where
they
say
the
war
is
just
a
waste
of
time
Mama
bake
a
pie,
daddy
kill
a
chicken
Your
son
is
comin'
home,
11:
35
Wednesday
night
1 How I Got to Memphis
2 Help Me Make It Through the Night
3 Come Sundown
4 Sylvia's Mother
5 Music City USA
6 Please Don't Tell Me How the Story Ends
7 Hello Darlin'
8 Short and Sweet
9 Crazy Arms
10 Lovin' Her Was Easier
11 The Year Clayton Delaney Died
12 What Am I Gonna Do
13 Don't You Ever Get Tired of Hurtin' Me
14 Roses Are Red (My Love)
15 Mama Bake a Pie, Papa Kill a Chicken
16 Lonely Street
17 For the Good Times
18 Me and Bobby McGee
19 Are You Sincere
20 Leavin' on a Jet Plane
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