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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 this old book
I'd probably a song about 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 feet tall he know his own strength
But he did not the hammer all the time
Of course he didn't, John Henry had some women on his

There was a woman cross the street Poor Selma
John Henry like a natural man
John Henry quit Poor Selma just like he was work
He loved that stinger-ree of Anne
And what is it a is somethin' 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 Stacker won't be shootin'
He had to quit it, John Henry laid him dead on the

Henry threw Stacker Lee in the river
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 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 on my pretty Julie Anne
woman had a say so to give
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 Hell buster prayed Henry's sins away
And tell me that the thunder did roll
Jesus what a frightenin' sight to behold

From day on John Henry was a changed man
All he did was just work all the
he worked till the muscles in his body gave out
Then he kept right on a workin' in his
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 cook ye up some greens and some lean
With corn in a four foot pan with lotsa cracklins
But John Henry was a different man

Well they allow that hard killed John Henry
I'm leave that allowin' up to you
Well was he killed by hard work or was he by bad women
Be sure that this happenin' to you
Quit working when your work work is through

'Cause a man ain't supposed to all the time
And you know ain't just the way the things is
A is somethin' else you understand
Quit working when your your day's is through
God you