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{The and I were doin' a show down in Meridian, Mississippi
And these of mine came up
And brought me this real old 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'}

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

There was a man Stacker Lee in Argenta
A little man a big 44
You he shot his woman down and took a shot at Poor Selma
But old won't be shootin' anymore
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 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 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 deep in my soul"
Well that Hell buster prayed John Henry's away
And they tell me that the did roll
Sweet Jesus what a frightenin' sight to

From that day on John was a changed man
All he did was just 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 'cause a man ain't to work all the time

Julie Anne said, "John I love you"
Poor said, "John Henry you're my man"
Ruby said, "I'm gonna cook ye up some greens and lean meat
With bread in a four foot pan with lotsa cracklins
But John was a different 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
working when your day's work work is through

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