Save a chair for the widow,
Have respect for the grieving
Uncle John was a good man
Sad to hear of his leaving
Uncle John took me fishing.
I always tangled up my life
Heaven knows we gonna miss him
to we've all used up our time
A single bell rings in Bluffdale,
And rings within my uncle's wife.
It's such a pain to lose a husband -
he was the object of her life
Save a chair for the widow,
Have respect for the grieving
Uncle John was a good man
Sad to hear of his leaving
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