Uncle John with his top hat on

Was walking down Main Street

Thinking thoughts that he ought not

About his honey oh so sweet

Dragging his cane along the drain

He passed the Main Street bar

He stopped in for one last sin

To buy the boys a round of gin

And

there he told us

He didn’t care

For us young fellows

With our long hair

He grabbed a chair for his repair

And ordered a few drinks

To ease the pain and drown his brain

And never have to think

And with that he tipped his hat

Said he’d be on his way

Maybe stop by with his lady

Later in the day

Oh Oh Oh Uncle John

Oh Oh Oh Uncle John

There’s so much you should know

You’re sixty seven year old

You’ve got so very far to go

He said no more went out the door

And headed for the church

Not to keep the preacher waiting

Or leave his honey in a lurch

He got uptight at a stop light

So he stepped on the street

Just then a big red fire truck

Came and knocked him off his feet

And

As the lay dying he

didn’t hesitate

Go tell my honey

I may be late

Then nothing flashed before his eyes

No adventures to unfold

Never had an original thought

Always did what he was told

And with that he tipped his hat

And then he passed away

We buried John with his top hat on

Later in the day

Uncle John with his top hat on

He blocked out the sun

Afraid to leave his own back yard

Forgot to have some fun

Oh Oh Oh Uncle John

Oh Oh Oh Uncle John

There’s so much you didn’t know

At sixty seven we don’t know why

You didn't live before you died.