John Henry

John Henry was a little baby boy

No bigger than the palm of your hand

When his Papa cried out this lonesome farewell

John gonna be a steel driving man lord, lord

John gonna be a steel driving man

John Henry went up on the mountain

Looked down on the other side

Lord the mountain was so tall John Henry was so small

He laid down his hammer and he cried Lord Lord

Laid down his hammer and he cried

John Henry told his captain

I want to go to bed

Lord fix me a pallet, I want to lay down

Got a mighty roaring in my head lord, lord

Mighty roaring in my head

You talk about John Henry as much as you please

Say and do all that you can

There never was born in these United States

Never such a steel driving man Lord, Lord

Never such a steel driving man