| Song | Family Reserve |
| Artist | Lyle Lovett |
| Album | Joshua Judges Ruth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lovett | |
| When i saw the ambulance | |
| Screaming down main street | |
| I didn't give it a thought | |
| But it was my uncle eugene | |
| He died on october the second 1981 | |
| And my uncle wilbert | |
| They all called him skinner | |
| They said for his younger ways | |
| He'd get drunk in the morning | |
| And show me the rolls of fifties and hundreds | |
| He kept in the glove box of his old gray impala | |
| And we're all gonna be here forever | |
| So mama don't you make such a stir | |
| Now put down that camera | |
| And come on and join up | |
| The last of the family reserve | |
| Now my second cousin | |
| His name was callaway | |
| He died when he'd barely turned two | |
| It was peanut butter and jelly that did it | |
| The help she didn't know what to do | |
| She just stood there and watched him turn blue | |
| And we're all gonna be here forever | |
| So mama don't you make such a stir | |
| Just put down that camera | |
| And come on and join up | |
| The last of the family reserve | |
| And my friend brian temple | |
| He thought he could make it | |
| So from the third story he jumped | |
| He missed the swimming pool | |
| Only by inches | |
| And everyone said he was drunk | |
| Now there was great uncle julius | |
| And aunt annie mueller | |
| And mary and granddaddy paul | |
| And there was hanna and ella | |
| And alvin and alec | |
| He owned his own funeral hall | |
| And there are more i remember | |
| And more i could mention | |
| Than words i could write in a song | |
| But i feel them watching | |
| And i see them laughing | |
| And i hear them singing along | |
| We're all gonna be here forever | |
| So mama don't you make such a stir | |
| Just put down that camera | |
| And come on and join up | |
| The last of the family reserve |
| zuo ci : Lovett | |
| When i saw the ambulance | |
| Screaming down main street | |
| I didn' t give it a thought | |
| But it was my uncle eugene | |
| He died on october the second 1981 | |
| And my uncle wilbert | |
| They all called him skinner | |
| They said for his younger ways | |
| He' d get drunk in the morning | |
| And show me the rolls of fifties and hundreds | |
| He kept in the glove box of his old gray impala | |
| And we' re all gonna be here forever | |
| So mama don' t you make such a stir | |
| Now put down that camera | |
| And come on and join up | |
| The last of the family reserve | |
| Now my second cousin | |
| His name was callaway | |
| He died when he' d barely turned two | |
| It was peanut butter and jelly that did it | |
| The help she didn' t know what to do | |
| She just stood there and watched him turn blue | |
| And we' re all gonna be here forever | |
| So mama don' t you make such a stir | |
| Just put down that camera | |
| And come on and join up | |
| The last of the family reserve | |
| And my friend brian temple | |
| He thought he could make it | |
| So from the third story he jumped | |
| He missed the swimming pool | |
| Only by inches | |
| And everyone said he was drunk | |
| Now there was great uncle julius | |
| And aunt annie mueller | |
| And mary and granddaddy paul | |
| And there was hanna and ella | |
| And alvin and alec | |
| He owned his own funeral hall | |
| And there are more i remember | |
| And more i could mention | |
| Than words i could write in a song | |
| But i feel them watching | |
| And i see them laughing | |
| And i hear them singing along | |
| We' re all gonna be here forever | |
| So mama don' t you make such a stir | |
| Just put down that camera | |
| And come on and join up | |
| The last of the family reserve |
| zuò cí : Lovett | |
| When i saw the ambulance | |
| Screaming down main street | |
| I didn' t give it a thought | |
| But it was my uncle eugene | |
| He died on october the second 1981 | |
| And my uncle wilbert | |
| They all called him skinner | |
| They said for his younger ways | |
| He' d get drunk in the morning | |
| And show me the rolls of fifties and hundreds | |
| He kept in the glove box of his old gray impala | |
| And we' re all gonna be here forever | |
| So mama don' t you make such a stir | |
| Now put down that camera | |
| And come on and join up | |
| The last of the family reserve | |
| Now my second cousin | |
| His name was callaway | |
| He died when he' d barely turned two | |
| It was peanut butter and jelly that did it | |
| The help she didn' t know what to do | |
| She just stood there and watched him turn blue | |
| And we' re all gonna be here forever | |
| So mama don' t you make such a stir | |
| Just put down that camera | |
| And come on and join up | |
| The last of the family reserve | |
| And my friend brian temple | |
| He thought he could make it | |
| So from the third story he jumped | |
| He missed the swimming pool | |
| Only by inches | |
| And everyone said he was drunk | |
| Now there was great uncle julius | |
| And aunt annie mueller | |
| And mary and granddaddy paul | |
| And there was hanna and ella | |
| And alvin and alec | |
| He owned his own funeral hall | |
| And there are more i remember | |
| And more i could mention | |
| Than words i could write in a song | |
| But i feel them watching | |
| And i see them laughing | |
| And i hear them singing along | |
| We' re all gonna be here forever | |
| So mama don' t you make such a stir | |
| Just put down that camera | |
| And come on and join up | |
| The last of the family reserve |