Song For Uncle Curt Tom T. Hall

[Verse 1:]
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

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 2:]
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

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 3:]
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