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His open mouth smile Gave me a shiver Twinkle in his eye Tickle the quiver Ugh what is it now? Same old Uncle Joe Wrinkly brow Puffing smoke Come on boy, get in the truck Hell no, Uncle Joe I'm a sitting duck Get in, now You better do as you're told Jesus, God He's out of control Down by the creek We took a trip And there it was Lying in a ditch See it, boy Look at what I made My God Joe What is that thing? I looked at his face There it was again Cigarette in his mouth An open ended grin He said you know what it is Take that stick and poke it Mother of God It couldn't be But I know it A man was there Dead in the ditch Twinkle in his eye Lickity split Christ almighty I knew not to flinch He started to chuckle Turned to me and said Look at his face, boy That's your brother Red Never again Have I lost all self control But on that Summer Sunday I lost it Body and soul I drew back a branch That I found on the ground Saw nothing but blackness And now he's down **** crazed Uncle Joe He's out for the count Smile on his face While he's bleeding out I feel better now Saying it aloud I don't get many visitors This time around
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
Tickle the Quiver
His open mouth smile Gave me a shiver Twinkle in his eye Tickle the quiver Ugh what is it now? Same old Uncle Joe Wrinkly brow Puffing smoke Come on boy, get in the truck Hell no, Uncle Joe I'm a sitting duck Get in, now You better do as you're told Jesus, God He's out of control Down by the creek We took a trip And there it was Lying in a ditch See it, boy Look at what I made My God Joe What is that thing? I looked at his face There it was again Cigarette in his mouth An open ended grin He said you know what it is Take that stick and poke it Mother of God It couldn't be But I know it A man was there Dead in the ditch Twinkle in his eye Lickity split Christ almighty I knew not to flinch He started to chuckle Turned to me and said Look at his face, boy That's your brother Red Never again Have I lost all self control But on that Summer Sunday I lost it Body and soul I drew back a branch That I found on the ground Saw nothing but blackness And now he's down **** crazed Uncle Joe He's out for the count Smile on his face While he's bleeding out I feel better now Saying it aloud I don't get many visitors This time around
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
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