Uncle Lloyd lyrics

He was not my father's brotherBut he wished that he could beTold us kids to call him uncleAnd we would be his familyHe had a wife and kids in FresnoThe youngest one was twenty-fourDad had brought him into our houseThey didn't want him anymoreHe helped us work the family businessBuilding fences in the sunWorked just like a man of twenty‘Til the working day was doneHe and Dad would spend their eveningSitting in lawn chairs in the yardWhere they'd drink a toast to Seagram'sSeagram's never went down hardWon't you wake up Uncle LloydGot a lot of work todayWe'll get Don to make the coffeeLoad that truck and be on your wayFriday night you can drive to VegasMaybe this time you will winBuy a trailer by the riverAnd you won't have to work againHe was sleeping in the workroomWith a mattress on the floorWhen one night I heard him cryingAs I passed outside his doorHe cried, "Rita, girl I love youRita, Darling please don't goI've tried hard to make you happyI've done everything I k
now"Then I heard the bottle openThe tipping up and putting downHeard the rustling of the coversThen he did not make a soundI thought of thirty years of RitaStanding sternly by his sideAll the years of hanging in thereAll the emptiness insideThen I thought of how their childrenHave children of their ownAnd how a man at fifty-sevenWinds up living so alone