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Family Reserve
by Lyle Lovett
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When I saw the ambulance screaming down Main Street
I didn't give it a thought
But it was my Uncle Eugene
He died on October
The second, nineteen eighty-one
Now my uncle Wilbert
They all called him Skinner
And they said for his younger ways
He'd get drunk in the morning
And show me the rolls of fifties and hundreds
He kept in the glove box of his old gray Impala
And we're all gonna be here forever
So mama, don't you make such a stir
Just put down that camera
And come on and join up
The last of the family reserve
Now my second cousin, his name was Calloway
He died when he'd barely turned two
It was peanut butter and jelly that did it
The help, she didn't know what to do
She just stood there and she watched him turn blue
And we're all gonna be here forever
So mama, don't you make such a stir
Just put down that camera
And come on and join up
The last of the family reserve
And my friend Brian Temple
He thought he could make it
So from the third story he jumped
And he missed the swimming pool only by inches
And everyone said he was drunk
And there was Great Uncle Julius
And there was Aunt Annie Miller
And Mary, and Granddaddy Po
And there was Hannah, and Ella
And Alvin, and Alec
And he owned his own funeral home
And there are more I remember
And more I could mention
And words I could write in a song
But I feel 'em watching
And I see 'em laughing
And I hear 'em singing along
We're all gonna be here forever
So mama, don't you make such a stir
Just put down that camera
And come on and join up
The last of the family reserve
When I saw the ambulance screaming down Main Street
I didn't give it a thought
But it was my Uncle Eugene
He died on October
The second, nineteen eighty-one
Now my uncle Wilbert
They all called him Skinner
And they said for his younger ways
He'd get drunk in the morning
And show me the rolls of fifties and hundreds
He kept in the glove box of his old gray Impala
And we're all gonna be here forever
So mama, don't you make such a stir
Just put down that camera
And come on and join up
The last of the family reserve
Now my second cousin, his name was Calloway
He died when he'd barely turned two
It was peanut butter and jelly that did it
The help, she didn't know what to do
She just stood there and she watched him turn blue
And we're all gonna be here forever
So mama, don't you make such a stir
Just put down that camera
And come on and join up
The last of the family reserve
And my friend Brian Temple
He thought he could make it
So from the third story he jumped
And he missed the swimming pool only by inches
And everyone said he was drunk
And there was Great Uncle Julius
And there was Aunt Annie Miller
And Mary, and Granddaddy Po
And there was Hannah, and Ella
And Alvin, and Alec
And he owned his own funeral home
And there are more I remember
And more I could mention
And words I could write in a song
But I feel 'em watching
And I see 'em laughing
And I hear 'em singing along
We're all gonna be here forever
So mama, don't you make such a stir
Just put down that camera
And come on and join up
The last of the family reserve
