Lyrics:

(Lyle Lovett)When I saw the ambulanceScreaming down Main StreetI didn't give it a thoughtBut it was my Uncle EugeneHe died on October the second 1981And my Uncle WilbertThey all called him SkinnerThey said for his younger waysHe'd get drunk in the morningAnd show me the rolls of fifties and hundredsHe kept in the glove box of his old gray ImpalaAnd we're all gonna be here foreverSo Mama don't you make such a stirNow put down that cameraAnd come on and join upThe last of the family reserveNow my second cousinHis name was CallawayHe died when he'd barely turned twoIt was peanut butter and jelly that did itThe help she didn't know what to doShe just stood there and watched him turn blueAnd we're all gonna be here foreverSo Mama don't you make such a stirJust put down that cameraAnd come on and join upThe last of the family reserveAnd my friend Brian TempleHe thought he could make itSo from the third story he jumpedHe missed the swimming poolOnly by inchesAnd everyone said he was drunkNow there was great Uncle JuliusAnd Aunt Annie MuellerAnd Mary and Granddaddy PaulAnd there was Hanna and EllaAnd Alvin and AlecHe owned his own funeral hallAnd there are more I rememberAnd more I could mentionThan words I could write in a songBut I feel them watchingAnd I see them laughingAnd I hear them singing alongWe're all gonna be here foreverSo Mama don't you make such a stirJust put down that cameraAnd come on and join upThe last of the family reserve