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{The Storytellers and I were doin' a down in Meridian, Mississippi
And these friends of mine up
And brought me this real old book about John
And they told me if let me read this 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 was a black man
He was born where the sun don't shine
He was six feet he didn't know his own strength
But he did not swing the hammer all the
Of course he didn't, John Henry had women on his mind

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

was a man named Stacker Lee in Argenta
A man with a big 44
You know he shot his woman and took a shot at Poor Selma
But old won't be shootin' anymore
He had to quit it, John Henry him dead on the floor

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

Well John Henry went to a woman
Said, "This misery no way to live"
back door creeping on my pretty Julie Anne
Conjure had a say so to give
She said, "John Henry", she said, "That's the way things is"

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

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

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

Well they allow hard work killed John Henry
I'm gonna leave 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 that ain't the way the things is
A stinger-ree is somethin' you understand
Quit when your your day's work is through
God you