May Lake Sinclair, Lord, hold us afloat.
We're gonna rise up on Uncle John's boat.
May the waves flow where he wants us to go.
And may the wind blow, Lord, oh may the wind [G]blow.
My mother cried when here mother died.
Her tears of sorrow they ran through the night.
And bring her the joy, Lord, that comes with the day.
My mother drank wine, and my father drank beer.
Jeff drank a bourbon, while Uncle John steered.
Chris and Aunt Marilyn sang all through the night.
My cousin Angie drank Michelob Light.
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