Uncle Joe (4:20)

UNCLE JOE

He used to smoke an old cob pipe, one he’d sometimes let me light
And I loved the smell, of his old tobacco
He’d tell me tales on stormy nights, and fill my head, plum full of fright
And I’d snuggle close, to Uncle Joe

He never did become a star but he sure could play his old guitar
And I loved to hear, him sing along
Lot’s of folks looked down on him, for playin’ in bars and, drinkin’ gin
But I loved that man, my Uncle Joe

He taught me the finer things in life, were not money or gold
But a loving heart and someone there to care, when you grow old
He said a smile makes life worthwhile, so take the time to let one show
And I did ya’ know, for Uncle Joe

I never will forget the time, we spent together with hook and line
At our fishin’ hole, me and Uncle Joe
That’s where he first taught me how to swim, he just, picked me up and threw me in
And I paddled slow, to Uncle Joe

I was known as Uncle Joe’s shadow, I’d follow him wherever he would go
We’d stick together through thick and thin, he was always there for me and I was, there for him

Now his old cob pipe has smoldered down, and his old guitar makes, not a sound
He’s gone ya’ know, my Uncle Joe
But he’ll always be right here with me, in my, many treasured memories
God rest his soul, my Uncle Joe