Hell, damn, the back my hand is broke

I spent all of my strength upon whatever jaw was close

So now I lean to, I lean to the left side

And I step heavy everyday, step heavy every night.

When I’m in trouble I call my uncle John

Say, “Uncle John, my parents and I never got along!”

He says, “I’ll find you a table and a bed.

You’ll work for things to put on it and clear your little head.”

But I’m offended by such a simple rhyme.

The pain is creeping up my arm and reaching for my eyes

So I start swinging with my other side.

I intend to even out, I bet you on my life.

But hell, damn, the back my hand is broke

I spent all of my strength upon whatever jaw was close

So now I lean to the other side

And I step heavy every day, step heavy every night.

Hell, damn, when the winter came

I was on the down and out, a burden on the state

But tomorrow I’m taller than the trees

Older than the carnivores and deeper than your knees

Hell, damn, the back my hand is broke

I spent all of my strength upon whatever jaw was close

So now I lean to, I lean to the left side

And I step heavy everyday, step heavy every night.

But hell, damn, the back my hand is broke

I spent all of my strength upon whatever jaw was close

So now I lean to the other side

And I step heavy every day, step heavy every night.

When I’m in trouble I call my uncle John

Say, “Uncle John, my parents and I never got along!”

He says, “I’ll find you a table and a bed.

You’ll work for things to put on it and clear your, clear your little, clear your little head.”

When I’m in trouble,

When I’m in trouble

I call my uncle John

He says I’ll find you

He says I’ll find you

A table and a bed

My uncle John