Uncle Joe had a story
And a way with the truth
Every day, I try to tell his story
'cross the wide fields and the Shannon
Ran the days of his youth
Childhood days, glory days, adventure

All alone on the ferry sent out on the bay
Too soon the child comes of age
The whole world before him to make his own way
Every day, I try to tell his story
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In the cold heart of the city
His new life began
Every day, I try to tell his story
Along the wild streets and the Mersey
He would grow to a man
Lonely days, hungry days, hard times

With a pick and a shovel and family to raise
Liverpool labor was hard
Still he found love and laughter
In those early days
Every day, I try to tell his story
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Now the miles and the memories
Paint the lines on his face
Every day, I try to tell his story
Still he tells you of the hard times
With a smile on his face
All the years, all the tears and laughter

Kindness was not what he found in this world
But it was what he tried to give
Uncle Joe had a kind heart
And story to tell
Every day, I try to tell his story