{"id":3234,"date":"2022-07-12T22:15:03","date_gmt":"2022-07-12T22:15:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jboor.net\/?p=3234"},"modified":"2022-10-28T02:02:18","modified_gmt":"2022-10-28T02:02:18","slug":"uncle-buds-interment","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jermboor.net\/?p=3234","title":{"rendered":"Uncle Bud&#8217;s Interment"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This is one of those songs in which I merely take some real events and make them rhyme. The color of the pickup truck has been changed for metrical reasons. <\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Uncle Bud&#039;s Interment\" width=\"730\" height=\"411\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/vFZkbbuC91M?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>The Words:<\/p>\n<p>Well, the first time you met my family<br \/>\nIt was Uncle Bud&#8217;s Interment.<br \/>\nHe was in an igloo cooler<br \/>\nIn a yellow pickup truck.<\/p>\n<p>They took the cooler from the truck bed,<br \/>\nTook the urn out of the cooler,<br \/>\nUsed the cooler for a table.<br \/>\nWe was all like &#8220;What the fuck?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And after that you met my cousins on the lawn.<br \/>\nYou said &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry for your loss,&#8221;<br \/>\nAnd they said, &#8220;Girl, we&#8217;re glad he&#8217;s gone,&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;Cause he was ornery and hard to be around.&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;He got meaner as he went into the ground.&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;But enough of that. We&#8217;re awful glad you&#8217;re here.&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;Got some mean potato salad. Grab a burger. Have a beer.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And Uncle Bud was sleepin silent in the loam.<br \/>\nAnd the sun was slippin gentle<br \/>\nDown the maples of my Adirondack home.<\/p>\n<p>Well I remember that cold winter<br \/>\nWhen we found him in the back lot<br \/>\nLyin by his little tractor<br \/>\nBarely stretchin out his breath.<\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;d built his own homemade enclosure<br \/>\nOut of one-by-four and plastic.<br \/>\nBut it covered the exhaust.<br \/>\nHe almost gassed himself to death.<\/p>\n<p>And maybe if he woulda died upon that day<br \/>\nMy cousins might have somethin else to say.<br \/>\nBut some folks don&#8217;t even know they&#8217;re in the mud.<br \/>\nOne among them was my dear old Uncle Bud.<\/p>\n<p>Well these days I can&#8217;t remember<br \/>\nWhat I did there in that holler;<br \/>\nWhy I woke up so damn early<br \/>\nRingin bells and singin songs.<\/p>\n<p>But I still have my hope of heaven,<br \/>\nLike some leaven in a starter,<br \/>\nWhere the sons of Love will wake up<br \/>\nLike we been there all along.<\/p>\n<p>And I still hope that Uncle Bud will be there too,<br \/>\nShinin brightly with a light he never knew.<br \/>\nHe won&#8217;t remember what&#8217;s it&#8217;s like to be alone,<br \/>\nOut where the sun is drippin gentle<br \/>\nDown the birches of my Adirondack home. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is one of those songs in which I merely take some real events and make them rhyme. The color of the pickup truck has been changed for metrical reasons. The Words: Well, the first time you met my family It was Uncle Bud&#8217;s Interment. 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