Song for Uncle Curt

(Tom T. Hall)



I hate to write this song I never wanted to

But after all Curt writin' songs is what I do

Right now the paper's staring at me cold and blank

Defying me to even try express my thanks.



But this song is for you uncle Curt

You never were my uncle ain't that strange

This song is for you uncle Curt

A name is just a name, is just a name, is just a name.



They called and said that you had bought your final's rout

You gave me hell right to the end and I was proud

I know some friends have wanted you to beg for life

But I knew you'd live long enough to learn to die.



This song is for you uncle Curt

You never were my uncle ain't that strange

This song is for you uncle Curt

A name is just a name, is just a name, is just a name.



I'm living down in Nashville now and writin' tunes

The neighborhood is full of trees and good saloons

I just got back from California on a plane

Everything is different but it's just the same.



And this song is for you uncle Curt

You never were my uncle ain't that strange

This song is for you uncle Curt

A name is just a name, is just a name, is just a name.



Is just a name, is just a name, is just a name...