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Uncle Jim

I'm a little bitty broccoli With no place to go By a twist of fate I'm out in the cold My daddy was a big stalk From a hard luck farm My momma was a

My sister used to drink pickle juice straight out of the jar I don't understand, She seemed to really like it Then she'd grab an onion and take a bite

Did you ever stop and think about the sky above, Covering this whole world with love Did you ever wonder what itA?s made up of Tell me bout the sky above

You gonna get us a good turkey? Yes Dear. You got your slingshot? Yes Dear. You got your turbo-blaster water gun? Yes Dear. Did you remember your vintage

Whether his name is Rover or scooter Or skimpy or smiley or Pete Taking my dog around the block is Is a super colossal treat He's a treasure to me A great

and grinding the shit Nothing else to do now but to leave the club so we can rub-a-dub-dub in my nigga Nate hot tub Then we can grub on some barbeque that my Uncle

(Jim Lauderdale, Julie and Buddy Miller) Here I go again Got my self in trouble Baby I need help Get here on the double You must be the one To show

blown, so I tell hoes Fuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro Timbaland, mocassins, dimes in them pennyloafers A-Train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers Uncle

be Be glad I'm not in her damn panties Got her damn handy How you going to ever ask stop carrying candy I'm going to sell to anybody in your damn family Your Uncle