Lyrics of 'More About John Henry' by Tom T. Hall

(The Storytellers and I were doin' a show down in Meridian, Mississippi.
And these friends of mine came up and brought me this real old book
about John Henry and they told me if they let me read this old book I'd
probably write a song about it. And they did and I did and I called it
More About John Henry.)

First of all John Henry was a black man
He was born where the sun don't ever shine
He was six feet tall he didn't know his own strength
But he did not swing the hammer all the time
Of course he didn't John Henry had some women on his mind.

There was a woman cross the street named Poor Selma
Loved John Henry like a natural man
John Henry quit Poor Selma just like he was quittin' work
He loved that stinger-ree of Julie Anne
And what is it a stinger-ree is somethin' else you understand.

There was a man named Stacker Lee in Argenta a little man with a big 44
You know he shot his woman down and took a shot at Poor Selma
But ol' Stacker won't be shootin' anymore
He had to quit it John Henry laid him dead on the floor.

John Henry threw Stacker Lee in the river
Then he said I've got a say so to say
He broke out in a song that was wrote by Blind Leonard
He said Julie Anne I'm singing my say
He said I love you but I do not like your lowdown ways.

Well, John Henry went to a conjurin' woman
Said this misery ain't no way to live
Somebody's back door creeping on my pretty Julie Anne
Conjure woman had a say so to give
She said, "John Henry." she said, "That's just the way things is."

Well, John Henry went to a hell bustin' man
Said I'm tormented deep in my soul
Well, that hell buster prayed John Henry's sins away
And they tell me that the thunder did roll
Sweet Jesus what a frightenin' sight to behold.

From that day on John Henry was a changed man
All he did was just work all the time
Well, he worked till the muscles in his body gave out
Then he kept right on a workin' in his mind
Don't do it cause a man ain't supposed to work all the time.

Julie Anne said John Henry I love you
Poor Selma said John Henry you're my man
Ruby said I'm gonna cook ye up some greens and some lean meat
With corn bread in a four foot pan
With lotsa cracklins but John Henry was a diff'rent kinda man.

Well, they allow that hard work killed John Henry, hmm
I'm gonna leave that allowin' up to you, hmm
Well, was he killed by hard work or was he killed by bad women
Be sure that this ain't happenin' to you.

Quit working when your day's work work is through
'Cause a man ain't supposed to work all the time
And ain't that just the way the things is
A stinger-ree is somethin' else you understand
Quit working when your your day's work is through God bless you...