Lyrics Johnny Cash – John’s

Most of the favorite mem’ries of my boyhood days in Arkansas
Are scattered around an ole wood stove at a place we call John’s

It was just an ole tarpaper shack
With a pump out front and some junk out back

And among the carburetors and the re-built generators
I spent the whole night pickin’ on an ol’ flattop guitar
John would play the fiddle and I’d always sing a little
No there ain’t no place to get filled up the way you could at John’s

John taught me a whole lot about country music cause he loved it
We’d sit up and listen to the Grand Ole Opry ever Saturday night
Nobody would ever say a word not even durin’ Martha White
And I was awful young back then but still I knew just why
That John closed the shop the whole day
When we heard that Hank had died

There was somethin’ else special about ole John
He had a way of makin’ us kids feel important
simply by givin’ us a good clean place to hang out
Well I can still hear him sayin’ pumpin’ gas is a fever boys
It’ll get in your blood and it’ll make your face break out in a grin
Just to check ole lady Hanson’s oil or to help a stranded friend

And among the carburetors and the re-built generators…