So I can drive this steel on down.”
John Henry was a little boy
Settin’ on his papa’s knee,
Say, “The tunnel on the L. & N.
Gonna be the death o’ po’ me.”
John Henry had a little girl,
Name was Nellie Ann;
John Henry took sick an’ had to go home,
Every day po’ Nellie drove steel like a man.
John Henry had a little pistol,