yes he was my uncle on my
He was only tall as the kitchen table
When mama gave birth to my brother Ed,
he was right there by the side of her bed.
And he fed Mama and Papa on catfish
The old Papa kept the catfish,
My Uncle Abel was there when they did
Mama had Nelson when Ed was three
And five years later he birthed me
I was the apple of my Uncle's eye
And nobody's hat better make him a cry
But I was big and made it understood
That he would whip anybody
Papa said I was to be the last kid,
She presented Papa with a potent of joy.
Oh, Russell, he's another bouncing boy.
She told Papa about the catfish,
My Uncle David was there when they did.
Oh, he sees the attention
Better not a yew had an uncle too,
who wouldn't let anybody pick on you.
I'm so proud, I'm a nephew of his
Oh, Papa, yes, I had his,
Oh, she's either a -catchin' as
