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

of all John 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 hammer all the
Of course he didn't, John had some women on his mind

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

There was a man Stacker Lee in Argenta
A man with a big 44
You know he shot his down and took a shot at Poor Selma
But old Stacker be shootin' anymore
He had to it, John Henry laid him dead on the floor

John threw Stacker Lee in the river
he said, "I've got a say so to say"
He broke out in a 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 Henry went to a conjurin' woman
Said, "This misery no way to live"
Somebody's back door on my pretty Julie Anne
woman 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 sins
And they tell me that the did roll
Sweet Jesus what a frightenin' sight to

that day on John Henry was a changed man
All he did was just work all the
Well he till 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 Henry I you"
Poor Selma said, "John Henry my man"
Ruby said, "I'm cook ye up some greens and some lean meat
With corn bread in a foot pan with lotsa cracklins
But John Henry was a 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 by bad women
Be that this ain't happenin' to you
Quit working when your work work is through

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