Lyrics

[INTRO]
Uncle Red was a big man, large hands, solid and strong,
Stood about six foot-two, and his heart of gold fit the size of he.
He bore a sharky grin and a wild laugh, filled with jokes and stories,
Had no kids of his own, but loved his niece and nephew with all his soul.
A blue-collar hero, drink always seemed to be in hand,
His Life a rough worn juggling act, with a heartache he couldn't understand.

[VERSE 1]
This man was a hero to his nephew Marty,
Even before the beast showed, things got so gnarly.
Marty was a rambunctious boy, just twelve during that fateful summer,
Sunshine turned to shadows, lost in the thunder's rumble.
Born with legs that didn't work, he looked up to Uncle Red,
His confidant, his fortress, where all the tears were shed.

[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 for the kids,
In the dark of the night, he showed what love is.

[VERSE 2]
Janie was Marty’s older sister, a beacon in the storm,
She saw the way Uncle Red held her brother, keeping him warm.
But she worried 'bout the bottle that dimmed his bright soul,
Sometimes the laughter masked the darkness that took its toll.
Promises once made were fading like the sun,
Uncle Red made wild claims, but where was the fun?

[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 for the kids,
Stepping up to save the dreams they both had hid.

[BRIDGE]
And when the night was silent,
In shadows deep and wide,
He'd whisper to the children,
"I'm forever on your side."
With every tale of laughter, and every fight he'd win,
He carried love like armor, no matter where he'd been.

[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 for the kids,
In the chaos of