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Uncle Lloyd

Darrell Scott
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 He was not  my father’s brother
 But he wished that he  could be
 Told us kids  to call him uncle
 And we would be  his family
 He had a wife  and kids in Fresno
 The youngest one was twenty-four
 Dad had brought  him into our house
 They didn’t want  him anymore
 He helped us work  the family business
 Building fences in  the sun
 Worked just like  a man of twenty
 ‘Til the working  day was done
 He and Dad  would spend their evening
 Sitting in lawn chairs in  the yard
 Where they’d drink  a toast to Seagram’s
 Seagram’s never  went down hard
 Won’t you wake  up Uncle Lloyd
 Got a lot of work  today
 We’ll get Don  to make the coffee
 Load that truck  and be on your way
 Friday night  you can drive to Vegas
 Maybe this time you  will win
 Buy a trailer  by the river
 And you won’t have  to work again
 He was sleeping  in the workroom
 With a mattress on  the floor
 When one night  I heard him crying
 As I passed outside  his door
 He cried, "Rita,  girl I love you
 Rita, Darling please  don’t go
 I’ve tried hard  to make you happy
 I’ve done everything  I know"
 Then I heard  the bottle open
 The tipping up and putting  down
 Heard the rustling  of the covers
 Then he did not make  a sound
 I thought of thirty  years of Rita
 Standing sternly by  his side
 All the years  of hanging in there
 All the emptiness  inside
 Then I thought  of how their children
 Have children of  their own
 And how a man  at fifty-seven
 Winds up living so  alone

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Readable chord sheet for Uncle Lloyd by Darrell Scott

He was n[G]ot my father’s brother
But he wished that h[F]e could b[C]e
Told us k[F]ids to call him uncle
And we would b[D]e his fami[C]ly
He had a w[G]ife and kids in Fresno
The youngest one was t[F]wenty-fo[C]ur
Dad had br[F]ought him into our house
They didn’t w[D]ant him any[C]more

He helped us w[G]ork the family business
Building fences i[F]n the su[C]n
Worked just l[F]ike a man of twenty
‘Til the wor[D]king day was [C]done
He and D[G]ad would spend their evening
Sitting in lawn chairs i[F]n the ya[C]rd
Where they’d dr[F]ink a toast to Seagram’s
Seagram’s n[D]ever went down h[C]ard

Won’t you w[G]ake up Uncle Lloyd
Got a lot of wo[F]rk to[C]day
We’ll get D[F]on to make the coffee
Load that t[D]ruck and be on your w[C]ay
Friday n[G]ight you can drive to Vegas
Maybe this time y[F]ou will w[C]in
Buy a tr[F]ailer by the river
And you won’t h[D]ave to work a[C]gain

He was sl[G]eeping in the workroom
With a mattress o[F]n the fl[C]oor
When one ni[F]ght I heard him crying
As I passed out[D]side his d[C]oor
He cried, "R[G]ita, girl I love you
Rita, Darling ple[F]ase don’t [C]go
I’ve tried ha[F]rd to make you happy
I’ve done eve[D]rything I kn[C]ow"

Then I he[G]ard the bottle open
The tipping up and p[F]utting d[C]own
Heard the ru[F]stling of the covers
Then he did not m[D]ake a sou[C]nd
I thought of t[G]hirty years of Rita
Standing sternly b[F]y his si[C]de
All the ye[F]ars of hanging in there
All the emp[D]tiness in[C]side

Then I th[G]ought of how their children
Have children o[F]f their [C]own
And how a m[F]an at fifty-seven
Winds up living [D]so al[C]one