Uncle Joe

Uncle Joe crossed the northern river
Uncle Joe had searched for silver
He had tried, and he had failed
Time and again had he been jailed
God bless Uncle Joe

Uncle Joe was at the end of the line
He would never own a silver line
So he got down on his bended knees
Looked up to Heaven and he said, "Please"
"Will God bless Uncle Joe?"

Then he went to the river and he dipped his pan
And lo and behold, the river ran
With riches that remain untold
Uncle Joe shouted, "I struck gold!"
And God blessed Uncle Joe

One minute he was a poor man
And then he looked into his pan
He saw his future clear and bright
He celebrated hard that night
God blessed Uncle Joe

Now Uncle Joe, he wanted more
He bought a departmental store
He bought a railway company
He wanted all the world to see
How God blessed Uncle Joe

And when he died, the people said
That Uncle Joe had lost his head
And no one mourned on his funeral day
That Uncle Joe had passed away
And God blessed Uncle Joe

Now I don't know if Joe made a will
But if he ever did, it's hidden still
In a golden coffin he does lie
The river is running dry
God bless Uncle Joe