Johns Chords & Lyrics - Johnny Cash

[VERSE]
[E]Most of the favorite memories of my boyhood days in Arkansas
Are scattered around an old wood stove at a place we call J[A]ohn's

It was just an old tar paper shack
With a pump out front and some ju[E]nk out back

But inside there was always a hot cup of coffee
And a warm place around the fire for an[A]yone
John pumped gas for a living and he fixed tires on the s[E]ide

And I guess old John could fix most anything
If you didn't push it he'd t[A]ry

And he gave me my first charge account for some gas
And fin[E]anced my first date

Even fixed my old radio just in case I got lucky
And wanted to park down by the l[A]ake

[CHORUS]
And am[D]ong the carburetors and the re-built generators
I s[A]pent the whole night picking on an o[E]ld flattop gu[A]itar
John wo[D]uld play the fiddle and I'd always sing a little
No th[A]ere is no place to get filled up the w[E]ay you could at Jo[A]hn's

[VERSE]
John ta[E]ught me a whole lot about country music because he loved it
We'd sit up and listen to the Grand Ole Opry every Saturday ni[A]ght

Nobody would ever say a word, not even during Martha White
And I was awfully young back then, but still I kn[E]ew just why

That John closed the shop the whole day
When we heard that Hank had d[A]ied

There was something else special about ole John

[VERSE]
He h[E]ad a way of making us kids feel important
Simply by giving us a good clean place to h[A]ang out
Well I can still hear him saying pu[E]mping gas is a fever boys
It'll get in your blood and it'll make your face break out in a g[A]rin
Just to check old lady Hanson's o[E]il or to help a stranded fr[A]iend

[CHORUS]
And am[D]ong the carburetors and the re-built generators
I s[A]pent the whole night picking on an o[E]ld flattop gu[A]itar
John wo[D]uld play the fiddle and I'd always sing a little
No th[A]ere is no place to get filled up the w[E]ay you could at Jo[A]hn's

[CHORUS]
And am[D]ong the carburetors and the re-built generators
I s[A]pent the whole night picking on an o[E]ld flattop gu[A]itar
John wo[D]uld play the fiddle and I'd always sing a little
No th[A]ere is no place to get filled up the w[E]ay you could at Jo[A]hn's