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Her brother's laughter, dreams and fears still echo softly;
His sister thinks of all the summers in the sand.
But when John, he got his gee-tar, he was in his heart a rock star,
Whenever he was playing with the band.

John, you were, that sure and steady beat,
Behind the scenes to make the sound complete.
Rising, falling, up and down, you kept the rhythm strong,
And in our hearts we'll always hear your song.

John would put down legal tender for a Gibson or a Fender,
He got down with all the low notes in the book.
John got wood to cut and polish,
Sand and weld and buff and varnish,
To make every guitar lover stop and look.

John, you were, a sweet and gentle giant,
Seems you did not live out all your days.
Your mother's kiss is on the wind, your sister's love remains,
And deep inside your music ever plays.

From his window on a good day,
John could see the world in his way,
Then go rockin' and a-rollin' where he would.
Now he's free to rock where angels fly,
But when I hear our mother cry,
I'd bring him back to play on, if I could.

John, you were, a diamond in the rough,
We had you, but we didn't have enough;
With faith just as a mustard seed, our God he carried you,
To where every perfect note rings loud and true...
To where every perfect note rings loud and true.

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