The dress she wore was red,
Went down the track, never look back,
“Goin’ where my man is dead,
Lawd, goin’ where may man is dead.”
John Henry was a little boy
Sittin’ on his father’s knee,
Say, “Ten-pound hammer gonna be the death o’ me,
Lawd, gonna be the death o’ me.”
John Henry went up to the rock,
Carried his hammer in his han’,