Greatest Stories Ever Told - "Me and My Uncle"
By David Dodd
Here’s the plan—each week, I will blog about a different song, focusing, usually, on the lyrics, but also on some other aspects of the song, including its overall impact—a truly subjective thing. Therefore, the best part, I would hope, would not be anything in particular that I might have to say, but rather, the conversation that may happen via the comments over the course of time—and since all the posts will stay up, you can feel free to weigh in any time on any of the songs! With Grateful Dead lyrics, there’s always a new and different take on what they bring up for each listener, it seems. (I’ll consider requests for particular songs—just private message me!)
Since I mentioned it last week, I thought this would be as good a time as any to tackle “Me and My Uncle.” I have to admit, I’ve been avoiding the song for the past year or so.
What comes up for me when I first start thinking about blogging about any particular song is the first time I remember being conscious of it as a separate song. I think it took me awhile, after I started going to shows, before I was really able to differentiate all the songs. At the same time as I was going to as many Grateful Dead concerts as I possibly could, I was starting to accumulate the albums. (Yes, vinyl. And yes, I still have them.)
And what I remember about “Me and My Uncle” coming into my consciousness was being at Winterland with my friend Mike and his sister Danielle, and having Danielle tell me the name of the song. She was about 15 years old at the time, and we were the much older college kids, but she definitely knew more about the Dead than I did. She was enthusiastic, at that moment, about the fact that the band was playing this particular song, as if were a particular favorite, or something she hadn’t heard in awhile. And since I had a little bit of a crush on her, I filed that away, and it has stuck with me lo these many years.
Needless to say, I heard the song countless times over the following couple of decades, and indeed, it is the most-frequently-performed Grateful Dead song, with 616 performances noted in DeadBase. It’s among the very few cover songs we included in The Complete Annotated Grateful Dead Lyrics. The first documented performance was on November 29, 1966, at the Matrix in San Francisco, although the notes in DeadBase cast some doubt as to whether all the songs noted were from that show. Its final performance was July 6, 1995, at the Riverport Amphitheatre in Maryland Heights, Missouri.
And, though the lyrics seem like second nature to me now, there was a time when I thought the line was “I’m as honest as a government man can be.” I still like that better than the “real” line!
Two guys on the road. Card games. Betrayal. Gold. Horses. Shirtless singers. All the classic ingredients of a cowboy song, right?
The origin story of this song is well documented. John Phillips, of The Mamas and the Papas, wrote it in a tequila-soaked haze after a Judy Collins concert, in roughly 1964, best as I can ascertain, in a hotel room with Stephen Stills, Neil Young, and some others. He woke up with no memory of writing the song, but fortunately, someone had run a cassette tape, and Judy Collins kept it, later recording the song. The liner notes to Phillips’s Phillips 66 album say that “John used to joke that, little by little, with each royalty check, the memory of writing the song would come back to him.”
Phillips’s other best-known songs include “California Dreamin’,” “Monday, Monday,” and “San Francisco (Be Sure To Wear Flowers in Your Hair).”
Bob Weir says he learned the song from “a hippie named Curly Jim,” who, according to Blair Jackson, must have been Curly Jim Cook, a member of the Bay Area band A.B. Skhy.
When I put together the annotated lyrics site and book, I was loath to annotate the cover songs. Therefore, I never did note very much about the song in terms of its references. Maybe I can take care of that here.
If Phillips wrote the song out of his head, without a map to hand, he must have had a good sense of geography. If you look at the route from, say, Pueblo, Colorado, to El Paso, Texas, you will see that Santa Fe is indeed about halfway between the two points. Amazing.
What was the time period? Well, there are some clues, but not anything that would narrow it down much. There are cowboys. They’re drinking in a bar. People are riding horses. They are betting gold. So, somewhere between 1870 and 1912, at which point Santa Fe became part of New Mexico (up until then it was located in Texas, officially)…. I would love to hear additional speculation.
The card game referred to as “High Low Jacks” in the song seems to be a game known more commonly as “Pitch.” It also goes by the name “Setback.” It can be played as a partners game, or as a singles game—known as Cutthroat Pitch. If you want to know more, you can look it up!
It’s a long ride from Santa Fe to the Mexican border—337 miles or so to Juarez, just across the river from El Paso. That could have been a ten-day ride, if the horses average 35 miles a day, which seems to be within reason.
All-in-all, a dire tale of dishonest guys from Denver. Having lived in Denver for awhile, I never noticed that in particular, but it’s a fun line. The one time I saw them play in Denver, in November of 1994, they played the song. I don’t remember the reaction from the crowd…
Not that there needs to be a moral to the story, but if there is one, I’d say it’s “watch each card you play, and play it slow.”
It turns my stomach to think someone could be such a Greedy Bastard
that he would Murder his Old Buddy and Uncle just so he could have all the Gold.
It is especially revolting after the way this song has me Cheering Him and his Uncle On as they succeed in getting out of Town with the Gold.
I will concede that the line
"I Grabbed that Gold" conveys a disturbing amount of Selfishness and Aggressiveness.
I certainly See your Point...
but I still Hate to Think the Uncle was killed in Cold Blood by a Trusted Nephew and Traveling Companion over a Bag of Gold
If you're thinking his uncle was shot by cowboy/s and then died afterward, from that, by the side of the road, you don't get the simple and fundamental irony of the last lines of the song.
...Kind of like the last couple pages of 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest'...
Whoa, didn't see that one coming!
But it serves to remind us that not every story has a happy ending.
......that's the brilliance of the song. It's something your not expecting when listening to the tale for the first time. You think you know where everything is headed, you've got a bearing on how this is going to shake out and BAM!
Can't you see a sly grin coming across Bobby's face as he throws out the last line to the audience.
In all honesty I think it would be a boring ending to a great song if he didn't kill his uncle.
Sounds like Most think the Uncle was killed by his own Nephew!
How Cold Blooded can You Get!!
Cowboy Justice Will Catch Him Sooner or Later.
I remain an Idealist and will Insist the Uncle got Shot at the Table by "One of them Cowboys"
only to Bleed to Death as they Hightailed it Out of Town.
I Also Do Love the Ambiguity
inference my good people, inference.
we hightailed it down to mexico...no cowboys shooting at them.
narrator does the nefarious deed. unclecide. there you go.
(if they had headed to gainesville, it might have ended differently)
In this tale of hot lead the narrator walks us through every detail. The ride in, the heat, the washing up, the card game. Everything in this tale is literal, so when the narrator tells us he grabbed the gold and left his uncle by the side of the road that is all of it. If he had killed his uncle it would have been part of the narrative. That being said one should keep in mind that for the longest time I heard the lyric as " and I'm as honest as a day old bag of beans," so WTF do I know.
I always assumed that the uncle was shot by the angry cowboys during the scuffle, Bobby grabs the gold, and in lieu of trying to drag his dead uncle's body away for a proper burial (which would probably have caused him to get shot also), Bobby high tails it out of there.
"Shot me another...then I canned me one for the road." At least I'm pretty sure I've heard it sung that way too.
1. The narrator definitely killed his uncle (taught me so well...). You wouldn't have to teach someone to grab the gold and run when someone else is chasing you and they shoot your uncle/companion).
2. I always heard "Denver man" and not "gambling man."
3. Bob sang the "grabbed a bottle and cracked him in the jaw" line in Akron on 7/2/86 as well. Not sure what 77 show he sang it at.