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Bob is Not Your Uncle Anymore
(W. Becker, L. Klein)
This old house looks just the way it was
Just a tumbledown of pine and river stone
But it's only just a shadow
of the place you knew before
Because Bob's just not your uncle anymore
Winter's here
And the day don't last too long
Barely thimbles full of sunshine to go on
There's an ocean full of midnight
rolling right up to the door
I guess Bob's just not your uncle anymore
And I say it without pride
and without shame
That the dopey Irish Setter dog ----
Regan's still his name
Well, he looks right glad to see you
But he might not want to be you
Even though he loves you madly
from before
Before Bob was not your uncle anymore
Good old games
Like they play them back in town
Where the wayward daughter's luck
runs strong and pure
You might feel like you're a winner
but you never know for sure
Now that Bob's just not your uncle anymore
And so we see
You can find your way back home
And that maybe when you get there
There's a lock on every door
Now you know for certain
What the big wide world is good for
And that Bob's just not your uncle anymore
Vocals, bass: Walter Becker
Drums: Keith Carlock
Guitar: Jon Herington
Keyboards: Ted Baker
Piano: Jim Beard
Percussion: Gordon Gottlieb
Background vocals: Carolyn Leonhart-Escoffery
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