Me and my uncle went ridin' down,
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South Colorado, West Texas bound.
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We stopped over in Santa Fe,
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That bein' the point just about half way,
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And you know it was the hottest part of the day.
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I took the horses up to the stall,
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Went to the barroom, ordered drinks for all.
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Three days in the saddle, you know my body hurt,
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It bein' summer, I took off my shirt,
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And I tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt.
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When Texas cowboys, they's all around,
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With liquor and money, they loaded down.
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So soon after payday, know it seemed a shame;
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You know my uncle, he starts a friendly game,
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High-low jack and the winner take the hand.
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My uncle starts winnin'; cowboys got sore.
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One of them called him, and then two more,
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Accused him of cheatin'; Oh no, it couldn't be.
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I know my uncle, he's as honest as me,
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And I'm as honest as a Denver man can be.
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One of them cowboys, he starts to draw,
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And I shot him down, Lord he never saw.
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Well I grabbed a bottle, cracked him in the jaw,
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Shot me another, oh damn he won't grow old.
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In the confusion, my uncle grabbed the gold,
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And we high-tailed it down to Mexico.
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I love those cowboys, I love their gold,
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I loved my uncle, God rest his soul,
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Taught me good, Lord, Taught me all I know
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Taught me so well, I grabbed that gold
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And I left his dead ass there by the side of the road.
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Me And My Uncle
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| Grateful Dead |
