John Henry Lives

Hear the whistle blow far off in the still night without stars see the tracks
laid flat
With a hammer’s might they’re the spike driver’s scars they’re the spike
driver’s scars
By the railroad ties there a hammer lies it’s all painted in red it’s all
painted in red it’s all painted in red
The west springs up from the spike driver’s blues
And the captain’s new shiny shoes take to him this hat
And hammer and tell him i’m gone i’m gone i’m gone i’m gone i’m gone
By the railroad ties there a hammer lies it’s all painted in red it’s all
painted in red it’s all painted in red