Best known of the Negro ballads is John Henry,
the story of the steel -driving hero
of the Negro working class.
strove to make him a cotton
-toting roustabout of the deeper South,
but most of those who honor his memory
know that he was a steel -driving man,
great God, he was a steel -driving man,
and he belongs in Virginia, or West Virginia.
in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains,
or in the deep gorges of West Virginia,
wherever rail layers, drillers,
gather and spin their yarns,
or listen to a guitar player strumming his chords,
of the newfangled steam drill,
threatening his supremacy as
John Henry said to his captain,
A man ain't nothing but a man.
But before I let that steam driver
I'll die with my hammer in my hand.
I'll die with my hammer in my hand.
The story of the Titanic contest,
will now be sung for us. John
Now John Henry was a little baby
Well he stuck out his hand
and he looked on some steel
I'm gon na be a steel -drivin' man
Yes, I'm gonna be a steel -drivin' man
Well, John Henry said to his captain,
Said, you bring your steel drill around.
Well, I'll take this hammer
and I'll beat it to the bottom,
Lord, I'll beat your steel drill down.
Well, I'll beat your steel drill down.
Now John Henry said to his captain,
Now a man ain't nothing but a man.
And before I let that steam
Well John Henry said to his shaker,
said now shaker you better pray
Cause if my hammer missed
this little piece of steel,
tomorrow be your bearing day
John Henry had a little woman,
and the dress that she wore was red
Well she went down the railroad
and she never looked back
Lord, Lord, I'm goin' where
Well, John Henry went up on the mountain
On the mountain, Lord, so high
And he laid down his hammer and died
And they buried him in the sand
Well, now every locomotive
Said, lies a steel -drivin' man
Lord, Lord, say, there lives
there lives that steel -drivin' man
there lives that steel -drivin' man