Аккорды Johnny Cash - John's
[Verse] E Most of the favorite memories of my boyhood days in Arkansas A Are scattered around an old wood stove at a place we call John's It was just an old tar paper shack E With a pump out front and some junk out back But inside there was always a hot cup of coffee A And a warm place around the fire for anyone E John pumped gas for a living and he fixed tires on the side And I guess old John could fix most anything A If you didn't push it he'd try And he gave me my first charge account for some gas E And financed my first date Even fixed my old radio just in case I got lucky A And wanted to park down by the lake [Chorus] D And among the carburetors and the re-built generators A E A I spent the whole night picking on an old flattop guitar D John would play the fiddle and I'd always sing a little A E A No there is no place to get filled up the way you could at John's [Verse] E John taught me a whole lot about country music because he loved it A 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 E And I was awfully young back then, but still I knew just why That John closed the shop the whole day A When we heard that Hank had died There was something else special about ole John [Verse] E He had a way of making us kids feel important A Simply by giving us a good clean place to hang out E Well I can still hear him saying pumping gas is a fever boys A It'll get in your blood and it'll make your face break out in a grin E A Just to check old lady Hanson's oil or to help a stranded friend [Chorus] D And among the carburetors and the re-built generators A E A I spent the whole night picking on an old flattop guitar D John would play the fiddle and I'd always sing a little A E A No there is no place to get filled up the way you could at John's [Chorus] D And among the carburetors and the re-built generators A E A I spent the whole night picking on an old flattop guitar D John would play the fiddle and I'd always sing a little A E A No there is no place to get filled up the way you could at John's
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