Madman on the Loose

So as the last days of summer go fading in the wind,
And the sunshine just don't feel the same.
Though the winter still feels so far away from me,
I see the autumn leaves all begin to change.

Now when I was a young man, I would ask about his history,
But no one ever gave it to me straight.
He was a mystery to all, but to all who knew him well,
He was the kindest man to ever walk the earth.

We’ve all heard him tell the story of how he was tough as nails,
Or that one time when he hit that old grand slam.
He loved to tell the story of the dog that he once had,
And how he fed him franks and beans from out his hand.

Then one day he told me of how he set out on the road,
Heading west with no direction home.
And how he lost a man in St. Louis but he didn't let it get him down,
He got back up and put his feet back on the ground.

And so he may have been a simple man,
He may have been a fool,
He may have been a madman on the loose.
But he’ll always be my uncle,
He will always be my friend,
And when spring arrives I will sing his song again.
When spring arrives I will sing his song again.