Uncle Ray is gone, a relative they couldn't find
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Finally free of his insanity, they covered him with lime
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In a ditch outside the old junkyard on 17
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Well that crazy drunk I swear he was a gentleman to me
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So take him far far away
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Take him far far away
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Out past all discussions, far from what they said
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Take him far far away
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Take him far far away
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'Cuz we're sort of related
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Here lies Uncle Ray
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Dry rough skin, his hands, a working man, like bark from trees
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He'd come to the back door of my familiy's house
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For coffee and something to eat
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Pushed a shopping cart all filled with junk and empty cans
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He came home from the war to find his wife
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Now loved another man
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So take him far far away
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Take him far far away
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Out past all discussions, far from what they said
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Take him far far away
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Take him far far away
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'Cuz we're sort of related
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Here lies Uncle Ray
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In this photograph we're hand in hand in deep white snow
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Ray was 65 and nearly blind, and I was 4 or so
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All the neighbors used to laugh and throw snowballs at him
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Now I live alone and when it snows
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I try not to think of them
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So take him far far away
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Take him far far away
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Out past all discussions, far from what they said
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Take him far far away
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Take him far far away
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'Cuz we're sort of related
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'Cuz we're sort of related
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'Cuz we're sort of related
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Here lies Uncle Ray
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Here lies Uncle Ray...
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Uncle Ray
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| Cherry Poppin' Daddies |
