John Henry
Mrs Henry had a baby
Called the little bastard John
Said one of these days you're gonna spread your wings
So let's build you strong
It's a means to an end
Little John picked up a hammer
Climbed up in his mother's bed
Said what's this here tool for
She looked him in the eyes and said
It's a means to an end
Now Polly Anne wanted a husband
To build her a happy home
Couldn't afford those red high heels
So she took them out on loan
It's a means to an end
Down to the church every Sunday
To eat that bread and blood
Gives a break from the hammer but there's work to be done
When you fear the flood
It's a means to an end
One day Mammon came to town
Carting his silver machine
Said go home boys your work here is done
Welcome our steam powered queen
It's a means to an end
John turned to face his men
Hammer as ever in his hand
Said I'll beat this Earthly creation down
And keep our claim to this land
It's a means to an end
Two days of drilling later
John did start to take sick
Polly took his place and hammered like a man
But the clock starts to tick
As Mammon visits John at his bedside
Asked him real polite
John should I call the preacher
To read you your last rites
It's a means to an end
Called the little bastard John
Said one of these days you're gonna spread your wings
So let's build you strong
It's a means to an end
Little John picked up a hammer
Climbed up in his mother's bed
Said what's this here tool for
She looked him in the eyes and said
It's a means to an end
Now Polly Anne wanted a husband
To build her a happy home
Couldn't afford those red high heels
So she took them out on loan
It's a means to an end
Down to the church every Sunday
To eat that bread and blood
Gives a break from the hammer but there's work to be done
When you fear the flood
It's a means to an end
One day Mammon came to town
Carting his silver machine
Said go home boys your work here is done
Welcome our steam powered queen
It's a means to an end
John turned to face his men
Hammer as ever in his hand
Said I'll beat this Earthly creation down
And keep our claim to this land
It's a means to an end
Two days of drilling later
John did start to take sick
Polly took his place and hammered like a man
But the clock starts to tick
As Mammon visits John at his bedside
Asked him real polite
John should I call the preacher
To read you your last rites
It's a means to an end
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Writer(s): Jack The Robot
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