John Henry

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Margaret Walker - Pop

John Henry

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This here's a tale of a sho-nuff man Whut lived one time in the delta lan' His hand was big as a hog's fat ham And he useta work for Uncle Sam His gums was blue, his voice was mellow And he talked to mules, fellow to fellow The day he was born in the Mississippi bottom He made a meal on buttermilk and sorghum A mess o' peas and a bait o' tunnips And when he finished he smacked his lips And went outside to help pick cotton And he growed up taller than a six-foot shooter Skinnin' mules and catchin' barracuda And stronger than a tеam of oxen And he evеn could beat the champion boxin' An' ain't nary man in Dixie's forgotten How he could raise two bales of cotton While one hand anchored down the steamboat Oh, they ain't no tale was ever wrote 'Bout Big John Henry that could start to tell All the things that Big Boy knowed so well: How he learned to whistle from the whippoorwills And turned the wheels whut ran the mills; How the witches taught him how to cunjer And cyo the colic and ride the thunder; And how he made friends with a long lean houn' Sayin', "It's jes' John Henry a-giftin' roun'." But a ten-poun' hammer done ki-ilt John Henry Yeah, a ten-poun' hammer ki-ilt John Henry Bust him open, wide Lawd! Drapped him ovah, wide Lawd! Po' John Henry, he cold and dead

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  • Margaret Walker