Uncle John's Workshop

[Verse] Down a dirt road where the gravel's worn thin, There's an old tin shed where Uncle John lives in. He spends his days with a wrench in his hand, Rebuilding old lawn tractors, making ‘em stand. [Verse 2] He’s got a humidor sitting close by his side, With cigars from Cuba he's saving with pride. The smoke swirls around like memories dear, Of every old tractor he’s brought back from the rear. [Chorus] Old Uncle John, he's a legend in town, With a cigar in his mouth and a greasy old gown. He breathes life into metal with a twist and a turn, In his workshop where the old engines burn. [Verse 3] Rusty red tractors lined up in a row, They tell the tale of a man's love, slow. With patience and skill through the heat and the chill, He fixes them up, it’s a promise he’ll fulfill. [Verse 4] The young folk they laugh, thinking it’s just a game, But Uncle John’s heart is wrapped in each frame. Every smoke is a token, every puff a sign, Of a man loving life, one engine at a time. [Chorus] Old Uncle John, he's a legend in town, With a cigar in his mouth and a greasy old gown. He breathes life into metal with a twist and a turn, In his workshop where the old engines burn.