The Day John Henry Died - Drive-By Truckers

I watched the rain, it settled in

We disappeared for days again

Most of us were staying in

Lazy like the sky

The letters flew across the wire

Filtered through a million liars

The whole world smelled like burning tires

The day John Henry died

We knew about that big machine

That ran on human hope and steam

Bets on John were far between

Mostly on the side

We heard he put up quite a fight

His hands and feet turned snowy white

That hammer rang out through the night

The day John Henry died

When John Henry was a little bitty baby

Nobody ever taught him how to read

But he knew the perfect way to hold a hammer

Was the way the railroad baron held the deed

It didn’t matter if he won

If he lived, or if he’d run

They changed the way his job was done

Labor costs were high

That new machine was cheap as hell

And only John would work as well

So they left him laying where he fell

The day John Henry died

John Henry was a steel-driving bastard

But John Henry was a bastard just the same

And an engine never thinks about his daddy

And an engine never needs to write its name

So pack your bags, we’re headed west

L.A. ain’t the place to rest

You’ll need some sleep to pass the test

Get some on the flight

Say your prayers, John Henry Ford

'Cause we don’t need your work no more

You should have known the final score

The day John Henry died

The day John Henry died