| Uncle Jack, your soup is cold
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| I fixed it just for you, you know
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| I know you couldn’t eat a bite but you must try
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| Uncle Jack, your easy chair
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| I’ll warm your soup, you’ll eat it there
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| Oh Uncle Jack we’re men and we don’t cry
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| Uncle Jack, the sun is red
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| My bag is packed and on my bed
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| They’re taking me away from you and I don’t know why
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| Uncle Jack, they hate you so
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| You fought to keep me here I know
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| And now we must accept it and I’ll try
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| Uncle Jack, I’m very young
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| So much to learn, so hard to know what’s true
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| Uncle Jack, I love you
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| I’ll remember all of this, I’ll follow you
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| And it won’t matter if they hate me too
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| Uncle Jack, you combed your hair
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| I see there’s still some red paint there
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| I think you ought to soak your head in turpentine
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| Uncle Jack, I won’t say, «ain't»
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| They say I’ll get a chance to paint
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| You send me some of yours and I’ll send mine
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| Uncle Jack, we’re just too tough
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| And they can’t hit us hard enough
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| I think I heard their car just now pull in the drive
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| Uncle Jack, you have to write
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| Unless you’re just too tired at night
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| And eat enough to keep yourself alive
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| Uncle Jack, I’m very young
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| So much to learn, so hard to know what’s true
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| Uncle Jack, I love you
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| I’ll remember all of this, I’ll follow you
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| And it won’t matter if they hate me too
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| Oh, Uncle Jack, Uncle Jack
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| I’ll remember all of this, I’ll follow you
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| And it won’t matter if they hate me too |