Family Reserve Lyrics

And I saw the ambulance screaming down main street
I didn't give it a thought
Well it was my uncle Eugene
He died on October the second 1981
And my uncle Wilber
They all called him skinner
They said for his younger ways
He'd get drunk in the morning
And show me the rolls of fiftys and hundreds
He kept in the glovebox 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
And my second cousin
His name was Callaway
He died when he barely turned two
Well it was peanut b***er, and jelly that did it
The help, she didn't know what to do
She just stood there as she watched him turn blue

And my friend Brian Temple
He thought he could make it
So from the third story he jumped
He missed the swimming pool, only by inches
And everyone said he was drunk
And there are more I remember
More I could mention
The words I could write in a song
Well I hear em watching
And I see em laughing
And I feel them singing along
That were 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