John Henry, Pt. 2

When I was just a little baby
My mother whispered softly over me
“My child, my boy
The only way to live is on your feet”

Now the sun is high and it begins
The smell of burning coal upon the winds
My hammer, their steam
A mountain made to dust beneath each swing

At the end of this race
Eternity awaits
At the end of this race
I will reach the light of day

On, and on we go
Lord, Lord

Deep inside the rock it’s hard to breathe
Visions of my love, they come to me
My baby, my girl
I’ll fall into your arms come victory

At the end of this race
Eternity awaits
At the end of this race
I will reach the light of day

On, and on we go
Lord, Lord

Home.

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