out in the country where the roads turn to dust
old ramshackle households rely on a country trust
hard work and labor was the only thing they knew
a time when summer meant no wearing a shoe
back in my memories of the end of the day
after the meals and the time came to play
my uncle’s house had nary a teevee
not even a black and white you could see
but music came a playing from corner of the room
people would dance and a love began to bloom
his old juke box I can still see it now
lit up and loud, as big as a cow
introduced me to music the western kind of swing
my uncle told me Bob Wills was the KIng
Haggard and Marty Johnny and Hank
gave me more riches than ever a bank
my heart began to beat and the words I learned
El Paso made my heart burn
North to Alaska and Whispering Pines
Hank Williams I new all the lines
He never got rich as far as most would think
but his juke music was all I could drink
I wanted a guitar and a voice that could sing
I wanted the whole thing
If I could go back to a time that could talk
I would spend more time around my uncle’s juke box