in the old west herded cattle.
Some of them helped lay the silver
rails across this vast land.
They were hard -working men who worked from sun up till sun down,
driving spikes and laying railroad track.
Let me tell you about one of them.
Henry was born on a cold, cloudy day
When the sun refused to shine
Was the mail train rattling down the line
Yes, it was the mail train rat
Henry was a little bitty boy
No bigger than the palm of your hand
He picked up a hammer and
Johnny gonna be a steel -driving man,
Johnny gonna be a steel -driving man
Henry, he said to the captain I was born
to be a steel -drivin' man
I swing a nine -pound hammer
like a bulldog swings his chain
I can drive more steel than anybody can
I can drive more steel than anybody can
I don't know what I'd use you for
I got a steam drill coming on that
I don't need no steel drivers anymore,
I don't need me no steel drivers anymore
steam drill out on the job
Henry with a hammer in each hand
I know I ain't nothin' but a man
But before I let that old
I'd die with my hammer in my hand
I'd die with my hammer in my hand
The captain, he started to laugh
But every time that steam drilled
Henry laid a mile and a half
Henry laid a mile and a half
There's an awful lot of stories
Stories about them hard working men
But when it comes to driving steel
Henry was the best there's
Henry, he had him a little baby boy
When the people would see
That little boy, they'd say
He's the son of that steel -driving man
He's the son of that steel -driving man
Henry was a steel -driving man
Henry was a steel -drivin' man