John Songtext
von Indigo Girls

John knows to prune the crepe myrtles
Before it is their season
Before the weather freezes
He blows the pipelines clean

He worked for the fire department
Until his injury
Now he puts out the fires for the girl from the city
His family′s from these parts
Before the white man got there
He grows field corn on his lot
Keeps the road and dead trees clear
He leaves a pile of brushwood
For me to burn, it burns so pretty

And John's work is never done
Helping the girl from the city

And his mama goes to the local Baptist church
His daddy′s buried there
And his daddy did two tours of duty as a gunner in the war
And was the first to greet and treat me like a neighbor


John brings the country to me
The girl from the city

John knows that he could make a killing
Selling rights to fish the trout
To rich city men who come in grilling and swilling
So he'd rather do without
Still he opens up the gates for me
To land the groceries in my SUV
Doesn't take to waste or finery
But takes in the girl from the city

And his mama goes to the local Baptist church
His daddy′s buried there
And his daddy did two tours of duty as a gunner in the war
And was the first to greet and treat me like a neighbor

John brings the country to me
The girl from the city

And he kindly tolerates the wanderer in me
Who wishes she were from somewhere that she would rather be
Planting tender shoots along a rushing stream
Everybody has a dream

The girl from the city


(And John′s work is never done, hey-ey)
John brings the country to me
(Now John's work is never done, hey-ey)
John brings the country to me
(And John′s work is never done, hey-ey)