歌词
歌曲名 John Is 歌手名 Johnny Cash
作词:佚名
作曲:J Allen
VerseMost of the favorite memories
of my boyhood days in Arkansas
Are scattered around an old wood
stove at a place we call John's
It was just an old tar paper shack
With a pump out front
and some junk out back
But inside
there was always a hot cup of coffee
And a warm place
around the fire for anyone
John pumped gas
for a living and he fixed tires on the side
And I guess
old John could fix most anything
If you didn't push it he'd try
And he gave me my first charge
account for some gas
And financed my first date
Even fixed my old radio
just in case I got lucky
And wanted to park down by the lake
And among the carburetors
and the re-built generators
I spent the whole night
picking on an old flattop guitar
John would play the fiddle
and I'd always sing a little
No there is no place to get
filled up the way you could at John's
John taught me a whole lot
about country music because he loved it
We'd sit up and listen to
the Grand Ole Opry every Saturday night
Nobody would ever say a word
not even during Martha White
And I was awfully 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 something else
special about ole John
He had a way of making us
kids feel important
Simply by giving us
a good clean place to hang out
Well I can still hear him
saying pumping 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 old lady Hanson's oil
or to help a stranded friend
And among the carburetors
and the re-built generators
I spent the whole night
picking on an old flattop guitar
John would play the fiddle
and I'd always sing a little
No there is no place to get
filled up the way you could at John's
And among the carburetors
and the re-built generators
I spent the whole night
picking on an old flattop guitar
John would play the fiddle
and I'd always sing a little
No there is no place to get
filled up the way you could at John's
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