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Johnny Cash

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Most of the favorite memories of my boyhood days in Arkansas 
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Are scattered around an old wood stove at a place we call John's 

It was just an old tar paper shack 
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With a pump out front and some junk out back 

But inside there was always a hot cup of coffee 
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And a warm place around the fire for anyone 
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John pumped gas for a living and he fixed tires on the side 

And I guess old John could fix most anything 
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If you didn't push it he'd try 

And he gave me my first charge account for some gas 
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And financed my first date 

Even fixed my old radio just in case I got lucky 
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And wanted to park down by the lake 

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And among the carburetors and the re-built generators 
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I spent the whole night picking on an old flattop guitar 
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John would play the fiddle and I'd always sing a little 
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No there is no place to get filled up the way you could at John's 

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John taught me a whole lot about country music because he loved it 
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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 
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And I was awfully young back then, but still I knew just why 

That John closed the shop the whole day 
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When we heard that Hank had died 

There was something else special about ole John 

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He had a way of making us kids feel important 
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Simply by giving us a good clean place to hang out 
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Well I can still hear him saying pumping gas is a fever boys 
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It'll get in your blood and it'll make your face break out in a grin 
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Just to check old lady Hanson's oil or to help a stranded friend 

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And among the carburetors and the re-built generators 
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I spent the whole night picking on an old flattop guitar 
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John would play the fiddle and I'd always sing a little 
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No there is no place to get filled up the way you could at John's 

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And among the carburetors and the re-built generators 
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I spent the whole night picking on an old flattop guitar 
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John would play the fiddle and I'd always sing a little 
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No there is no place to get filled up the way you could at John's