Music and lyrics - Dan Browning
Vocal - Dan Browning
Acoustic guitar - Dan Browning
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Through the long dog days he'd stick around
As the temperatures would climb
Then he'd thumb out to Puget Sound
At apple-pickin' time
When the burley came in case
He'd hop a freight back home
Strip tobacco til winter hit
Then off to parts unknown
Now not all those who wander are lost, so they say
But I don't know if that applied to my old uncle Cray
He'd get his army pension check
And each time without fail
He's throw a drunk and get locked up
And Daddy would go his bail
Once he hitched a ride to town
And pawned his purple heart
And gave the cash to an old blind man
That he met in the park
No not all those who wander are lost, so they say
But I don't know if that applied to my old uncle Cray
For a time he got religion
A month or two or three
Lived above an old garage in Paris, Tennessee
His pension check caught up with him
He drank it up within a day
Then back out on the road again
And the Lord got pushed away
Not all those who wander are lost, so they say
But I don't know if that applied to my old uncle Cray
Daddy found him in the woods one January day
He'd passed out and froze to death
A hundred yards away
Haunted by the memories of what he'd seen in the war
He finally found the peace that he was always lookin' for
No not all those who wander are lost, so they say
But I don't know if that applied to my old uncle Cray
No, I don't know if that applied to my old uncle Cray
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