"Uncle Willie"

"Uncle Willie" When my Uncle Willie came home from the sea His duffle was stuffed full of treasure for me And I'd fetch him his jug and sit on his knee And I loved the old fish tales he told He'd light up his pipe and he'd uncork his jug And we'd sail away on a make believe tug He could spin me a yarn like weavin' a rug I loved those old fish tales he told When he rolled up his sleeve You wouldn't believe His tattoos of red blue and green That colorful art was all just a part Of a life in the Merchant Marine Once in awhile after too many beers He'd tell me his shipmates were all buccaneers He was pullin' my leg and fillin' my eyes But I loved the old fish tales he told Instrumental Well he rolled up his sleeve And you wouldn't believe His tattoos of red blue and green That colorful art was only a part Of a life in the Merchant Marine My Uncle Willie he's dead and he's gone But all of those memories they linger on And I wouldn't take a chest full of gold For all the old fishtales (all the old fishtales) I love the old fish tales he told No I wouldn't take a chest full of gold For all the old fishtales (all the old fishtales) I love the old fish tales he told Words & music Jim Stover © 1977