John Henry had a little woman,

The dress she wore was red,

She went down de track, never look back,

Say, “I goin’ where my man fall dead.”

“Who gonna shoe my pretty little feet?

Mommer gonna glove my han’.

Popper gonna kiss my rosy cheeks,

John Henry gonna be my man.”

John Henry went to captain,

Say, “Man ain’t nothin’ but a man.