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{The Storytellers and I were doin' a show down in Meridian,
And these friends of mine up
And brought me this real old book about Henry
And they told me if they let me read old book
I'd write a song about it
And they did and I did and I called it about John Henry'}

First of all John Henry was a man
He was born the sun don't ever shine
He was six feet tall he know his own strength
But he did not swing the all the time
Of course he didn't, John Henry had women on his mind

There was a woman cross the named Poor Selma
Loved John Henry like a man
John Henry Poor Selma just like he was quittin' work
He loved that of Julie Anne
And what is it a stinger-ree is somethin' else you

There was a man named Lee in Argenta
A man with a big 44
You he shot his woman down and took a shot at Poor Selma
But old Stacker be shootin' anymore
He had to quit it, John Henry laid him on the floor

John threw Stacker Lee in the river
he said, "I've got a say so to say"
He broke out in a song was wrote by Blind Leonard
He said, "Julie Anne, I'm my say"
He said, "I love you but I do not like lowdown ways"

Well John Henry went to a woman
Said, "This ain't no way to live"
Somebody's back door creeping on my pretty Anne
Conjure had a say so to give
She said, "John Henry", she said, "That's just the way is"

Well Henry went to a Hell bustin' man
Said, "I'm deep in my soul"
Well that Hell buster prayed John Henry's sins
And tell me that the thunder did roll
Sweet Jesus what a frightenin' sight to

that day on John Henry was a changed man
All he did was just all the time
he worked till the muscles in his body gave out
Then he right on a workin' in his mind
Don't do it 'cause a man ain't supposed to work all the

Julie Anne said, "John Henry I you"
Selma said, "John Henry you're my man"
Ruby said, "I'm gonna cook ye up some greens and some lean
With bread in a four foot pan with lotsa cracklins
But John was a different kinda man

they allow that hard work killed John Henry
I'm leave that allowin' up to you
Well was he killed by hard work or was he by bad women
Be sure that ain't happenin' to you
Quit working when your day's work is through

'Cause a man supposed to work all the time
And you know ain't just the way the things is
A is somethin' else you understand
Quit working when your your day's is through
God you