John's Garage

John’s Garage

Music and lyrics by Jack Deremiah

©2011 Jack Deremiah

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He works away his days for the Union,

cuttin’ steel like his daddy did before,

Smoked meat is his holy communion,

he don’t understand why some folks ask for more.

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He ain’t worn a tie since he was twenty,

His Carhart coat goes everywhere he needs.

Two pair of boots turned out to be plenty,

And knuckles that don’t tell him when they bleed.

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And John’s got his garage the way he likes it,

A swivel chair and a Kenmore full of beer,

Miller High Life on the neon sign,

The stereo plays old Jon Prine,

And if you’re looking you can find him here.

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Him and Patty raised their kids with manners,

It seems like they have always had some dogs,

But they’re not the kind to march around with banners,

They’d rather sit and watch the cracklin’ logs

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And they ain’t wrote the jazz that he can sit through,

He likes the ones where the singer plays guitar,

And if you don’t know him yet, you might not get to.

Unless you agree Todd Snyder is a star

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And John’s got his garage the way he likes it,

A fresh cold beer is just eight steps away,

He’s an aging Peter Pan,

The soul of everyman

All he asks is just a quiet day.