uncle jack

uncle jack

your soup is cold

i fixed it just for you

you know

i know you couldn't eat a bite but you must try

uncle jack

your easy chair

i'll warm your soup

you'll eat it there

oh uncle jack we're men and we don't cry

uncle jack

the sun is red

my bag is packed and on my bed

they're taking me away from you and i don't know why

uncle jack

they hate you so

you fought to keep me here i know

and now we must accept it and i'll try

uncle jack

i'm very young

so much to learn

so hard to know what's true

uncle jack

i love you

i'll remember all of this

i'll follow you

and it won't matter if they hate me too

uncle jack

you combed your hair

i see there's still some red paint there

i think you ought to soak your head in turpentine

uncle jack

i won't say

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