Yeah, he was big landowner. 
He was a bad mouthbreather. 
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 the Dixie flag. 
But he's my brother, so I brag. 
Don't be a 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 leave me here. 
On a dirty hill for all time 
Me and the pinetree that I stand behind. 

He had a really big TrenchMouth 
When we were living way down South. 
He had a really big TrenchMouth.