Uncle John

The time has come to dig out my "old Uncle Johns"

Them eight inch Sorels can tell us some tales

Of the trails that he walked and the tall ones he talked

Roll one up and burn it down with just one drag

Don't you dare roll down that window boy

You know it's fifty below

I miss our old trips from town to Paddle and Paddle to town

And back around we go

Now that's a lot of good stories

A little bullshit don't hurt no one, no

No, not for a good joke

Now he don't want none of my

Taylor made smokes... nah

Roll one up and burn it down

Yeah roll one up and burn it down with just one drag

Don't you dare roll down that window boy

You know it's fifty below

Yeah don't you dare roll down that window boy

You know it's fifty below