The Ballad of Uncle Red

Lyrics

[INTRO]
Uncle Red was a big man, large handed, solid and strong,
Stood about six foot-two, with a heart of gold fit to the size for he.
Had no kids of his own, but loved his niece and nephew with all his soul,
A blue collar guy, drink in hand, with stories to unfold.

[VERSE 1]
This man was a hero to his nephew Marty,
Even before the beast showed up to try and claim his gory glory.
Marty was a rambunctious boy, around twelve and wanting to be wild,
Born with legs that didn’t work, but full of dreams like any other child.
Uncle Red was more than blood, he was his best friend,
Fighting through the darkness, on him they could depend.

[CHORUS]
I said time and time again, you can’t bet managers,
Piss on the Yankees, piss on the Indians,
Uncle Red fought a Werewolf, he was fierce and bold,
For the spirit of the kids, that’s the story to be told.

[VERSE 2]
Janie was Marty’s older sister, wise and bright,
Protecting her little brother, through the endless night.
She felt the ache of summer, turned to hell with dread,
But Uncle Red would gather them, keeping fears at bay instead.
With every drunken argument and battles that he faced,
He carved a legacy of courage, through the hard-won grace.

[CHORUS]
I said time and time again, you can’t bet managers,
Piss on the Yankees, piss on the Indians,
Uncle Red fought a Werewolf, he was fierce and bold,
For the spirit of the kids, that’s the story to be told.

[BRIDGE]
And through the heavy shadows, there’s a light that never fades,
Uncle Red gave everything, while the world saw him as “just a phase.”
Through every broken promise, and the battles that he fought,
He showed them love was stronger, in every lesson taught.

[CHORUS]
I said time and time again, you can’t bet managers,
Piss on the Yankees, piss on the Indians,
Uncle Red fought a Werewolf, he was fierce and bold,
For the spirit of the kids, that’s the story to be told.

[OUTRO]
So here’s to Uncle Red,