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| When I saw the ambulance | screaming down Main Street |
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| I didn't give it a | thought |
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| But | it was my Uncle Eugene |
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| He | died on October the | 2nd, | 198 | 1 |
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| And my Uncle Wilbur |
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| They all called him Skinner |
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| And they said for his younger | ways |
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| He'd get | drunk in the morning |
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| And show me the | rolls of fifties and hundreds |
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| He | kept in the glove box of his | old grey | Impala |
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| Chorus: And we're | all gonna | be here fore | ver |
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| So Mama don't you make such a | stir |
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| Put down that camera |
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| A | nd come on and join up |
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| The | last of the | family | reserve |
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| Now my second cousin | his name was Calloway |
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| He | died when he'd barely turned | two |
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| And it was p | eanut butter and | jelly what did it |
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| The | help she didn't | know what to | do |
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| She just stood there and she w | atched him turn | blue |
| Chorus |
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| And my friend Brian Temple h | e thought he could make it |
| E | B | |
| So | from the third story he | jumped |
| E | |
| And | he missed the swimming pool |
| A | |
| But | only by inches |
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| And | everyone | said he was | drunk |
| Chorus |
| E | A | |
| And there was great Uncle Julius and there was | Aunt Annie Miller |
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| And | Mary and Grandaddy | Paul |
| E | A | |
| And there was | Hannah and Ella and | Alvin and Attic |
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| And | he owned his | own funeral | home |
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| And there are more I remember and | more I could mention |
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| Than | words I could write in this | song |
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| But I | feel them watching and | I see them laughing |
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| And | I, I hear them | singing a | long |
| Chorus |
| There you go...Keep an eye out, more Lovett tunes to come |
| Shaun |