Uncle Johnny Songtext
von Lowell Varney

You′ve heard the story of a man called John
Whose feet was so wide he couldn't get his shoes on
He had twelve toes and to him that was fine
That helped him up the hill where he made his moonshine
At the break of dawn he came down from the hill
A sack of booze from his moonshine still
He′d hook up his mule and he came to town
He danced and sang till the sun went down


A bucket in his hand which he held up high
Eggs or lightning your choice to buy
If whiskey sold first at the end of the day
Uncle John would give all his eggs away
Old Uncle John has passed away
People still think of Johnny today
He left many memories here behind
Good-hearted John and his old moonshine

Bye John, hurry back old boy
We're sure gonna miss you now, you hear?