Bob Is Not Your Uncle Anymore

This old house looks just the way it was

Just a tumbledown of pine and river stone

But it's only just a shadow of the place you knew before

Because Bob's just not your uncle anymore

Winter's here and the day don't last too long

Barely thimbles full of sunshine to go on

And there's an ocean full of midnight rolling right up to the door

I guess Bob's just not your uncle anymore

And I say it without pride and without shame

That the dopey Irish Setter dog Regan's still his name

Well, he looks right glad to see you

But he might not want to be you

Even though he loves you madly from before

Before Bob was not your uncle anymore

Good old games like they play them back in town

Where the wayward daughter's luck runs strong and pure

You might feel like you're a winner but you never know for sure

Now that Bob's just not your uncle anymore

So we see that you can find your way back home

And that maybe when you get there, there's a lock on every door

Now you know for certain what the big wide world is good for

And that Bob's just not your uncle anymore

I said now you know for certain what the big wide world is good for

And that Bob's just not your uncle anymore