| I watched the rain, it settled in
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| We disappeared for days again
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| Most of us were staying in
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| Lazy like the sky
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| The letters flew across the wire
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| Filtered through a million liars
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| The whole world smelled like burning tires
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| The day John Henry died
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| We knew about that big machine
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| That ran on human hope and steam
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| Bets on John were far between
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| Mostly on the side
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| We heard he put up quite a fight
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| His hands and feet turned snowy white
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| That hammer rang out through the night
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| The day John Henry died
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| When John Henry was a little bitty baby
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| Nobody ever taught him how to read
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| But he knew the perfect way to hold a hammer
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| Was the way the railroad baron held the deed
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| It didn’t matter if he won
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| If he lived, or if he’d run
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| They changed the way his job was done
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| Labor costs were high
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| That new machine was cheap as hell
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| And only John would work as well
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| So they left him laying where he fell
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| The day John Henry died
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| John Henry was a steel-driving bastard
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| But John Henry was a bastard just the same
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| And an engine never thinks about his daddy
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| And an engine never needs to write its name
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| So pack your bags, we’re headed west
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| L.A. ain’t the place to rest
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| You’ll need some sleep to pass the test
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| Get some on the flight
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| Say your prayers, John Henry Ford
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| 'Cause we don’t need your work no more
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| You should have known the final score
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| The day John Henry died
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| The day John Henry died |