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

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

There was a man 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, Henry laid him dead on the floor

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

Well John Henry went to a woman
Said, "This misery no way to live"
Somebody's back door creeping on my Julie 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 Hell buster prayed John Henry's sins away
And they me that the thunder did roll
Sweet Jesus a frightenin' sight to behold

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

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 meat
With corn bread in a four foot pan with lotsa
But John was a different kinda man

Well they allow that hard 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' else you
working when your your day's work is through
God you