I'm the last of the babies of the World War IIWorld War II, and that's the one we didn't loseI was raised on biscuits, spam, and powdered eggsDiMaggio's baseball and Maryland's legsAnd I'm the last of the driftersLast of the drifters, yeahI remember when the freight trains, they used to run on coalThey'd run on coal and I was ready to goMe tooOld white shirt and a tight overallSometimes I think that my daddy knew it allAnd I'm the last of the driftersLast of the drifters, yeahI remember Louisiana in a hot steamy nightHot steamy night and she was holding me tightAn old red Chevy with a big back seatI had me some two-tone shoes off my feetI'm the last of the driftersLast of the drifters, yeahI'm the last of the driftersI'm a World War babyHolding my man's handMama's hand and how my daddy knew the landChuck Berry's music and poverty and wealthI got some great big scars on myselfAnd I'm the last of the driftersLast of the drifters, yeahI'm the last high rollerWith the last good handLast good hand and I'm a gambling manAll them bombs and people waiting on that boomSometimes I reckon I got here too soonI'm the last of the driftersI'm the last of the drifters, yeahI'm the last of the drifters, yeahI'm the last of the drifters, yeahI'm the last of the drifters, yeahI'm the last of the drifters, Saturday nightYou remember that Second World War, don't you?Yeah, I do. Saw it on the news.Right.And Marilyn's leg is very dead.Yeah. Gene Offield Saturday night.