Uncle's Groove

(hummmmm) He taught me how to cast a line out on the lake

How to fix a motor and not fear a mistake

He had a laugh that shook the dust from the beams

And he always found a way to believe in

my

dreams

Of all the heroes that I ever knew

Nobody stands as tall or stays as true

Through every storm and every heavy road

My uncle is my favorite,

the anchor of my soul

He wore a faded cap from nineteen-eighty-four

Kept his old boots sitting right inside the door

He didn't speak much but when he had to say

He'd point you right back home if you lost your way

Of all the heroes that I ever knew

Nobody stands as tall or stays as true

Through every storm and every heavy road

My uncle is my favorite,

the anchor of my soul

My favorite...

Yeah, the anchor of my soul (hummmmm)