Lyrics John’s.lrc Johnny Cash
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[00:06.95]Most of the favorite memories of my boyhood days in Arkansas
[00:10.64]Are scattered around an old wood stove at a place we call John’s
[00:16.07]It was just an old tar paper shack
[00:18.28]With a pump out front and some junk out back
[00:21.06]But inside, there was always a hot cup of coffee
[00:24.06]And a warm place around the fire for anyone
[00:27.67]John pumped gas for a living and he fixed tires on the side
[00:33.05]And I guess old John could fix most anything
[00:35.97]If you didn’t push it, he’d try
[00:39.33]And he gave me my first charge account for some gas
[00:43.29]And financed my first date
[00:45.23]Even fixed my old radio just in case I got lucky
[00:48.96]And wanted to park down by the lake
[00:51.55]And among the carburetors and the re-built generators
[00:57.19]I spent the whole night picking on an old flattop guitar
[01:02.53]John would play the fiddle and I’d always sing a little
[01:08.03]No, there ain’t no place to get filled up the way you could at John’s
[01:15.14]John taught me a whole lot about country music because he loved it
[01:20.01]We’d sit up and listen to the Grand Ole Opry every Saturday night
[01:24.28]Nobody would ever say a word, not even during Martha White
[01:27.97]And I was awfully young back then, but still I knew just why
[01:31.53]That John closed the shop the whole day
[01:34.44]When we heard that Hank had died
[01:37.53]There was something else special about ole John
[01:41.01]He had a way of making us kids feel important
[01:43.70]Simply by giving us a good clean place to hang out
[01:46.71]Well I can still hear him saying, “Pumping gas is a fever boys
[01:51.74]It’ll get in your blood and it’ll make your face break out in a grin”
[01:54.97]Just to check old lady Hanson’s oil or to help a stranded friend
[02:00.95]And among the carburetors and the re-built generators
[02:06.83]I spent the whole night picking on an old flattop guitar
[02:12.62]John would play the fiddle and I’d always sing a little
[02:17.89]No, there ain’t no place to get filled up the way you could at John’s
[02:24.79]And among the carburetors and the re-built generators
[02:30.20]I spent the whole night picking on an old flattop guitar
[02:35.93]John would play the fiddle and I’d always sing a little
[02:40.97]No, there ain’t no place to get filled up the way you could at John’s
[02:49.87]Year of Release: 1982