I didn't give it a thought
Well it was my uncle Eugene
He died on October the second 1981
And my uncle Wilber
They all called him skinner
They said for his younger ways
He'd get drunk in the morning
And show me the rolls of fiftys and hundreds
He kept in the glovebox of his old gray impala
And we're all gonna be here forever
So mama don't you make such a stir
Just put down that camera
And come on and join up the last of the family reserve
And my second cousin
His name was Callaway
He died when he barely turned two
Well it was peanut butter, and jelly that did it
The help, she didn't know what to do
She just stood there and she watched him turn blue
And my friend Brian Temple
He thought he could make it
So from the third story he jumped
He missed the swimming pool, only by inches
And everyone said he was drunk
And there are more I remember
More I could mention
The words I could write in a song
Well I hear em watching
And I see em laughing
And I feel them singing along
That were all gonna be here forever
So mama don't you make such a stir
Just put down that camera
And come on and join up the last of the family reserve
And I saw the ambulance screaming down main street I didn't give it a thought Well it was my uncle Eugene He died on October the second 1981 And my uncle Wilber They all called him skinner They said for his younger ways He'd get drunk in the morning And show me the rolls of fiftys and hundreds He kept in the glovebox of his old gray impala And we're all gonna be here forever So mama don't you make such a stir Just put down that camera And come on and join up the last of the family reserve And my second cousin His name was Callaway He died when he barely turned two Well it was peanut butter, and jelly that did it The help, she didn't know what to do She just stood there and she watched him turn blue And my friend Brian Temple He thought he could make it So from the third story he jumped He missed the swimming pool, only by inches And everyone said he was drunk And there are more I remember More I could mention The words I could write in a song Well I hear em watching And I see em laughing And I feel them singing along That were all gonna be here forever So mama don't you make such a stir Just put down that camera And come on and join up the last of the family reserve Explain Request ×
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