Uncle Jack

Uncle Jack, your soup is cold
I fixed it just for you, you know
I know you couldn’t eat a bite but you must try
Uncle Jack, your easy chair
I’ll warm your soup, you’ll eat it there
Oh Uncle Jack we’re men and we don’t cry
Uncle Jack, the sun is red
My bag is packed and on my bed
They’re taking me away from you and I don’t know why
Uncle Jack, they hate you so
You fought to keep me here I know
And now we must accept it and I’ll try
Uncle Jack, I’m very young
So much to learn, so hard to know what’s true
Uncle Jack, I love you
I’ll remember all of this, I’ll follow you
And it won’t matter if they hate me too
Uncle Jack, you combed your hair
I see there’s still some red paint there
I think you ought to soak your head in turpentine
Uncle Jack, I won’t say, «ain't»
They say I’ll get a chance to paint
You send me some of yours and I’ll send mine
Uncle Jack, we’re just too tough
And they can’t hit us hard enough
I think I heard their car just now pull in the drive
Uncle Jack, you have to write
Unless you’re just too tired at night
And eat enough to keep yourself alive
Uncle Jack, I’m very young
So much to learn, so hard to know what’s true
Uncle Jack, I love you
I’ll remember all of this, I’ll follow you
And it won’t matter if they hate me too
Oh, Uncle Jack, Uncle Jack
I’ll remember all of this, I’ll follow you
And it won’t matter if they hate me too