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Uncle John

Uncle John with his top hat on
Was walking down Main Street
Thinking thoughts that he ought not
About his honey oh so sweet
Dragging his cane along the drain
He passed the Main Street bar
He stopped in for one last sin
To buy the boys a round of gin
And
there he told us
He didn’t care
For us young fellows
With our long hair
He grabbed a chair for his repair
And ordered a few drinks
To ease the pain and drown his brain
And never have to think

And with that he tipped his hat
Said he’d be on his way
Maybe stop by with his lady
Later in the day
Oh Oh Oh Uncle John
Oh Oh Oh Uncle John
There’s so much you should know
You’re sixty seven year old
You’ve got so very far to go
He said no more went out the door
And headed for the church
Not to keep the preacher waiting
Or leave his honey in a lurch

He got uptight at a stop light
So he stepped on the street
Just then a big red fire truck
Came and knocked him off his feet
And
As the lay dying he
didn’t hesitate
Go tell my honey
I may be late
Then nothing flashed before his eyes
No adventures to unfold
Never had an original thought
Always did what he was told

And with that he tipped his hat
And then he passed away
We buried John with his top hat on
Later in the day

Uncle John with his top hat on
He blocked out the sun
Afraid to leave his own back yard
Forgot to have some fun
Oh Oh Oh Uncle John
Oh Oh Oh Uncle John
There’s so much you didn’t know
At sixty seven we don’t know why
You didn't live before you died.

 

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