Sometimes that "where do you work-a John" pops.up. It must be written in indelible ink somewhere on the inside of my skull.

My dad was a railroad engineer and when, One day in the car I warbled the words "I would not marry a railroad man, this is the reason why, I never knew a railroad man who wouldn't tell his wife a lie".
He laughed so hard I thought the car was going into a ditch.