My Uncle Mort by Thomas Young

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4:41

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My Uncle Mort ( A-G-C-E ) Well my uncle Mort,was sawed off and short, And every so often,he liked to have a snort, But when it comes to working,well he would abort, And once in awhile,he'd have to go to court, Well he was, a happy, go lucky guy, When it came to the ladies,he had a keen eye, He never let a good looker,sneak by, Without a nice comment,on the sly, Chorus Well sometimes,that would put him in a bad spot, He might be off guard,and he would be caught, He couldn't always talk,his way out, And sometimes he might get, a slap on the snout, Bridge Mort was allergic,to working you know, When a job offer came,he was sure not to show, He said that work,was for fools, and horses, And he would rather,just take a, few courses, Every now and then,he would have a run in, With Johnny law,cause he committed a sin, He wasn't that bad,just a bit carefree, Somethings that he did,were hard for us to see, Chorus +Bridge Sometimes Mort,would get carried away, When he saw a young lady,he had something to say, The opposite sex,was his big downfall, He couldn't help himself,and he'd have to crawl, Well that's what got him in a fix,over the years, Good looking ladies,and having a few beers, We all know those two things,can lead you astray, And somewhere down the road,you'll have to pay! Chorus