Tuning: E A D G B E

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^EMost of the favorite memories of my boyhood days in Arkansas Are scattered around an old wood stove at a place we call J^Aohn's

It was just an old tar paper shack

With a pump out front and some ju^Enk out back But inside there was always a hot cup of coffee And a warm place around the fire for an^Ayone John pumped gas for a living and he fixed tires on the s^Eide

And I guess old John could fix most anything

If you didn't push it he'd t^Ary And he gave me my first charge account for some gas And fin^Eanced my first date

Even fixed my old radio just in case I got lucky

And wanted to park down by the l^Aake [Chorus] And am^Dong the carburetors and the re-built generators I s^Apent the whole night picking on an o^Eld flattop gu^Aitar John wo^Duld play the fiddle and I'd always sing a little No th^Aere is no place to get filled up the w^Eay you could at Jo^Ahn's

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John ta^Eught 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^Aght

Nobody would ever say a word, not even during Martha White

And I was awfully young back then, but still I kn^Eew just why That John closed the shop the whole day When we heard that Hank had d^Aied

There was something else special about ole John [Verse]

He h^Ead a way of making us kids feel important Simply by giving us a good clean place to h^Aang out Well I can still hear him saying pu^Emping gas is a fever boys It'll get in your blood and it'll make your face break out in a g^Arin Just to check old lady Hanson's o^Eil or to help a stranded fr^Aiend

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And am^Dong the carburetors and the re-built generators I s^Apent the whole night picking on an o^Eld flattop gu^Aitar John wo^Duld play the fiddle and I'd always sing a little No th^Aere is no place to get filled up the w^Eay you could at Jo^Ahn's

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