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