Song parody of
Uncle Lucas
by Daniel Tacker
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Uncle Lucas loved Don Julio
He let the booze and women go
He'd travel places we'd never seen
Just to tell us the grass was green
On the other side of the four lane
Where the green leaves grow
And all those white lines
Will lead you home
He'd drive by the house in his new car
And tell us of his travels afar
He'd shown us pictures of San Juan
The sand on the beach and his legs in the sun
On the other side of the four lane
Where the green leaves grow
And all those white lines
Will lead you home
Uncle Lucas now let me tell ya
Had a thing for Aunt Griselda
They'd spend their time in Miami
The things they did were just uncanny
On the other side of the four lane
Where the green leaves grow
And all those white lines lead you home
Uncle Lucas he had it coming
We never knew he was running
For the Sinaloa Drug Cartel
Now he's sitting in his cell
On the other side of the concrete
Where men go to die
He's deep in a dark place
But he'll survive
Uncle Lucas loved Don Julio
He let the booze and women go
He'd travel places we'd never seen
Just to tell us the grass was green
On the other side of the four lane
Where the green leaves grow
And all those white lines
Will lead you home
He'd drive by the house in his new car
And tell us of his travels afar
He'd shown us pictures of San Juan
The sand on the beach and his legs in the sun
On the other side of the four lane
Where the green leaves grow
And all those white lines
Will lead you home
Uncle Lucas now let me tell ya
Had a thing for Aunt Griselda
They'd spend their time in Miami
The things they did were just uncanny
On the other side of the four lane
Where the green leaves grow
And all those white lines lead you home
Uncle Lucas he had it coming
We never knew he was running
For the Sinaloa Drug Cartel
Now he's sitting in his cell
On the other side of the concrete
Where men go to die
He's deep in a dark place
But he'll survive
