Eddie’s Garage by Kyle Jennings Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Two blocks south of Grady’s hardware
There is a old time filling station
You can catch the latest gossip
Get your oil changed while you're waiting
Eddy started topping tanks off
Between the seventh grade and eight
And it's been his name on the sign now
Since nineteen sixty-eight
[Chorus]
He’s a living breathing piece of small town history
But there's another one just like him
Down any old main street
I'm telling you buddy
If you want a homegrown slice of americana
Don't matter where you are
You ain't gotta look too far
From the road [?] on his hands
To every job well done of the working man
The soul of the USA is every Eddie’s Garage along the way
[Verse 2]
Take the pumps out in the eighties
Brews the coffee every morning
Lowers the flag down with the sunset
Still hand writes all the orders
He put two girls through college
And a son into the service
And if you ask him how he’d tell you
It's been tough but it's been worth it
It may not seem like much but he wakes up and lives his dream
In a little white cinderblock two base shop
Six days a week
[Chorus]
I'm telling you buddy
If you want a homegrown slice of americana
Don't matter where you are
You ain't gotta look too far
From the road [?] on his hands
To every job well done of the working man
The soul of the USA is every Eddie’s Garage along the way
It's in the dirt and the tears that he knuckles in the scars
It's in the never back down the never say die
It makes us who we are
[Chorus]
I'm telling you buddy
If you want a homegrown slice of americana
Don't matter where you are
You ain't gotta look
You ain't gotta look
Cause in the the road [?] on his hands
To every job well done of the working man
The soul of the USA is every Eddie’s Garage along the way
Every Eddie’s Garage along the way
Two blocks south of Grady’s hardware
There is a old time filling station
You can catch the latest gossip
Get your oil changed while you're waiting
Eddy started topping tanks off
Between the seventh grade and eight
And it's been his name on the sign now
Since nineteen sixty-eight
[Chorus]
He’s a living breathing piece of small town history
But there's another one just like him
Down any old main street
I'm telling you buddy
If you want a homegrown slice of americana
Don't matter where you are
You ain't gotta look too far
From the road [?] on his hands
To every job well done of the working man
The soul of the USA is every Eddie’s Garage along the way
[Verse 2]
Take the pumps out in the eighties
Brews the coffee every morning
Lowers the flag down with the sunset
Still hand writes all the orders
He put two girls through college
And a son into the service
And if you ask him how he’d tell you
It's been tough but it's been worth it
It may not seem like much but he wakes up and lives his dream
In a little white cinderblock two base shop
Six days a week
[Chorus]
I'm telling you buddy
If you want a homegrown slice of americana
Don't matter where you are
You ain't gotta look too far
From the road [?] on his hands
To every job well done of the working man
The soul of the USA is every Eddie’s Garage along the way
It's in the dirt and the tears that he knuckles in the scars
It's in the never back down the never say die
It makes us who we are
[Chorus]
I'm telling you buddy
If you want a homegrown slice of americana
Don't matter where you are
You ain't gotta look
You ain't gotta look
Cause in the the road [?] on his hands
To every job well done of the working man
The soul of the USA is every Eddie’s Garage along the way
Every Eddie’s Garage along the way