Lyrics by Tony Harris (Tribute to my Uncle)
Vocals, Melody, Instruments & Mix by Glen Granthem
IN DECEMBER OF SIXTY NINE
THE WAR WAS ON HIS MIND
CAUSE HE WAS NUMBER THREE
ON THE DRAFT LOTTERY
HE WAS SOON ON HIS WAY
TO RUN AND MARCH IN THE SAND
WILL NEVER FORGET THAT DAY
EVERYTHING WAS SO UNPLANNED
HIS UNCLE WORE AN OLD DIME
ON HIS DOG TAGS IN WWII
AND IT WAS NOW HIS TIME
TO WARE IT ON HIS CHAIN TO
IF THAT OLD DIME COULD TALK
WHAT A STORY IT COULD TELL
IT TRAVELED ON TRAINS,
SHIPS, PLANES AND BACK HOME
(CHORUS)
THAT DIME ON A CHAIN
MEANT THE WORLD TO HIS UNCLE
THAT DIME ON A CHAIN
NOW MEANS THE WORLD TO HIM
THAT DIME ON A CHAIN AND GOD
BROUGHT THEM BACK HOME AGAIN
YEA, IT BROUGHT THEM BACK HOME
WHEN THEY WERE ALL ALONE
THAT DIME ON A CHAIN
REMINDED THEM OF HOME
AND HEARTACHE AND PAIN
HIS UNCLE COULDN'T TALK ABOUT WAR
WITHOUT BREAKING DOWN AND CRYING
THE HURT WAS IN HIS INNER CORE
DYING WAS ALWAYS ON HIS MIND
(REPEAT CHORUS)
2019 © Lyrics by Tony Harris (BMI)