| (The Storytellers and I were doin' a show down in Meridian, Mississippii
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| And these friends of mine came up
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| And brought me this real old book about John Henry
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| And they told me if they let me read this old book I’d probably write a song
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| about it
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| And they did and I did and I called it More About John Henry)
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| First of all John Henry was a black man he was born where the sun don’t ever
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| shine
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| He was six feet tall he didn’t know his own strength
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| But he did not swing the hammer all the time
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| Of course he didn’t John Henry had some women on his mind
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| There was a woman cross the street named Poor Selma
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| Loved John Henry like a natural man
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| John Henry quit Poor Selma just like he was quittin' work
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| He loved that stinger-ree of Julie Anne
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| And what is it a stinger-ree is somethin' else you understand
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| There was a man named Stacker Lee in Argenta a little man with a big 44
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| You know he shot his woman down and took a shot at Poor Selma
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| But ol' Stacker won’t be shootin' anymore
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| He had to quit it John Henry laid him dead on the floor
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| John Henry threw Stacker Lee in the river then he said I’ve got a say so to say
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| He broke out in a song that was wrote by Blind Leonard
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| He said Julie Anne I’m singing my say
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| He said I love you but I do not like your lowdown ways
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| Well John Henry went to a conjurin' woman said this misery ain’t no way to live
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| Somebody’s back door creeping on my pretty Julie Anne
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| Conjure woman had a say so to give
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| She said John Henry she said that’s just the way things is
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| Well John Henry went to a hell bustin' man said I’m tormented deep in my soul
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| Well that hell buster prayed John Henry’s sins away
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| And they tell me that the thunder did roll
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| Sweet Jesus what a frightenin' sight to behold
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| From that day on John Henry was a changed man all he did was just work all the
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| time
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| Well he worked till the muscles in his body gave out
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| Then he kept right on a workin' in his mind
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| Don’t do it cause a man ain’t supposed to work all the time
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| Julie Anne said John Henry I love you Poor Selma said John Henry you’re my man
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| Ruby said I’m gonna cook ye up some greens and some lean meat
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| With corn bread in a four foot pan
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| With lotsa cracklins but John Henry was a diff’rent kinda man
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| Well they allow that hard work killed John Henry hmm
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| I’m gonna leave that allowin' up to you hmm
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| Well was he killed by hard work or was he killed by bad women
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| Be sure that this ain’t happenin' to you
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| Quit working when your day’s work work is through
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| Cause a man ain’t supposed to work all the time
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| And ain’t that just the way the things is
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| A stinger-ree is somethin' else you understand
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| Quit working when your your day’s work is through God bless you |