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

of all John Henry was a black man
He was born where the sun ever shine
He was six feet tall he didn't 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 the street named Poor Selma
Loved Henry like a natural man
John Henry quit Selma just like he was quittin' work
He loved that of Julie Anne
And what is it a is somethin' else you understand

There was a man named Stacker Lee in
A man with a big 44
You know he shot his woman down and took a shot at Selma
But old Stacker won't be shootin'
He had to quit it, John Henry laid him 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 Blind
He said, "Julie Anne, I'm my say"
He said, "I love you but I do not like your ways"

Well John went to a conjurin' woman
Said, "This ain't no way to live"
back 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 tell me that the thunder did roll
Sweet Jesus what a frightenin' sight to

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

Julie Anne said, "John Henry I you"
Poor said, "John Henry you're 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 different man

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

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