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Well, when John Henry died, he lay lookin' at the sun He said "Lord, take me now my work is done", Lord, Lord "Lord, take me now my work is done" Yeah, but when they laid him out in that box of pine, boy They laid that hammer by his side, Lord, Lord Laid that hammer by his side Yeah, and Joe Hill, he'd work any job he could find, boy He'd rake your leaves and pick your vine, Lord, Lord Rake your leaves and pick your vine Yeah and they killed Joe Hill, put a bullet to his name But that bullet made a martyr of the slain, Lord, Lord Bullet made a martyr of the slain Yeah, and my grandaddy worked his whole damn life Well, he never saved a nickel though he tried, Lord, Lord Never saved a nickel though he tried And he died in Tennessee but he couldn't find no rest With that long road to Texas lie ahead, Lord, Lord That long road to Texas lie ahead Yes sir, I ain't no great man, and Lord I expect To see a long life workin' in your debt, Lord, Lord A long life workin' in your debt They killed John Henry, they killed John Henry They killed John Henry, but they won't kill me, Lord They killed John Henry, they killed John Henry They killed John Henry, but they won't kill me |