Uncle John's RV
Way up in the hills past suburbia town
lives my old Uncle John, who travels around
on highways and byways
on streets that slant sideways
seeing those places that nobody sees
traveling the roads in his '80's RV.
Uncle John likes to visit those mom and pop towns
where everyone's friendly, not rushing around
where everyone knows who is who, where is where
whether Sally still dates too tall Tom with red hair
or where to have fresh apple pie, if you care.
Uncle John likes to meet folks like Old Maid Mae
who runs a ramshackle pink flamingo cafe
that's filled to the brim with wall calendars galore
and jars full of pickles she canned at the store.
Then there's toothless Bill Bob, who lives on his boat
that's been sitting in dry dock above Miller's moat
folks wonder if Bill Bob's boat could ever float
if a flood came, chances would be quite remote.
Oh, the stories my old Uncle John can recite
I could hear them all day, I could hear them all night
when I beg him to go, he says someday I'll be
old enough to travel with him in his '80's RV.
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