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

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

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

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

John Henry Stacker Lee in the river
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 your lowdown ways"

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

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

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

Julie Anne said, "John I love you"
Poor Selma said, "John Henry 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

Well allow that hard work killed John Henry
I'm gonna leave allowin' up to you
Well was he killed by hard work or was he killed by bad
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 stinger-ree is else you understand
Quit when your your day's work is through
God you