Old Stutzman’s Garage

Way back when I was just a kid There was a place I loved to go It was called Stutzman’s garage You could learn what you didn’t know Because folks would come in just to get A little help with their car Uncle Walter knew how to fix it If you didn’t have to drive too far It was a friendly kind of place A little gossip with some friends You would pass the time of day Back then it was the trend Life was slower then, of course No need to hurry much it seemed Didn’t have too much technology It was still only a dream Oh how I love to go back Into the old neighborhood See the school where I went And where life was understood I kinda miss those lazy days Where folks seem to be in charge All that is left is a little scrap Of the Old Stutzman’s garage!