Uncle’s Sweetheart Pt. 2

Put a hole in the ground just to bury your poor uncle
Put that shovel down for he's nearin' toward his savior
If his heart's light as a feather he can walk right in
It's a shame it's heavier by the burdens of his sins
Oh me, what have I done?
Oh me, what have I done?

Have a paper son, you can light yourself a cigarette
He'll shine up his gun with the corner of my wedding dress
Never shoot at moving things, just feels good in my hand
Makes me feel more threatening, makes me feel like a man
Oh me, what have I done?
Oh me, what have I done?

Now God sees everything, but does he have himself an x-ray
To see him lie to me? The stink of gin and whiskey
We've been known to holler but I love that boy to death
Lipstick on his collar and some whiskey on his breath
Thought I saw clear waters, storm was slow to rest
He had lipstick on his collar and a bullet in his chest
Oh me, what have I done?
Oh me, what have I done?