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