Well Uncle Bill was my Mothers Brother, A tall lanky man But somewhere back in Uncle Bill's life, he took to sniffing cocaine. I'd find him out in the back yard, sitting against a tree. His eyes bugged out in a cocaine stare, and his mind in a cocaine dream. Well one fall day when Uncle Bill was having a cocaine fit, He said Louise this dope's no good and I've made up my mind to quit. Now you take this key and I'll go upstairs and then you lock the door, and Lord I swear I'll stay up there, till I don't want dope no more. Well he stomped the floor and he beat the door and he moaned a mournful cry. AM EM When the last cocaine went through his brain we thought he'd surely die. He yelled and he cussed and he fell on the floor and we almost gave up hope As long as I live I wont forget when Uncle Bill quit dope.