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John Henry was a li'l baby, uh-huh
Sittin' on his mama's knee, oh, yeah,
Said: "De Big Bend Tunnel on de C & O road
Gonna cause de death of me
I drove a beat up tractor down a one lane road
Pick her up early and away we'd go
Down to the river by the edge of her daddy's farm
We used to lay
I drove a beat up tractor down a one lane road
Pick her up early and away we'd go
Down to the river by the edge of her daddy's farm
We used to lay
Down the road again
Down the road to Massachusetts driving through the night
I thought I saw Jack Kennedy hitchhiking by a light
I hit the brakes,
sure he forsook them
By telling young John they were dead
At forty years old he walked the long road
That led to his kin in Kentucky
But he could not
twenty-gauge
He got all liquored up on that road house corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
He bought
got all liquored up on that road house corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
A hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette
He bought
at the Frosty Freeze
By sundown we were rollin' down Highway 23
Pick-up trucks and trailers and cars of ever'y kind
With the Bailey Brother's John Deere
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
the feds a vouch
We held it down while in the drought, one of my cells a vouch
I'm standin' out, when it's beef, I'm never standin' down
Stayed next
can quote a few
She's a cross on a chain and a red wine stain
On her Mamaw's hand-me-down Bible
I heart Tennessee, John 3:16
On the bumper
(Down on the road, there's another one)
(Malcolm, he's just a child, gone with the wind)
(Find his mother, find his mother)
(Show what they've done
like head smooth with holes of nine
The witch returning
To bring fresh warning
And down the well
He casts the beast
So many years go by and John
carrying John Wilkes Booth
He was down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
He was down there
carrying John Wilkes Booth
He was down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
Down there by the train
He was down there
I'll be greened out
'Til I'm old and senile
Only wish that I could see down
The road ahead of me now
Uh
(Mama) Mama
(Cookin') Cookin'
(Up that) Up
on me wrong ima start to get the Shooting
Nobody wanna kum around him he alone by Hisself
Did everybody around him wrong now he crying out for Help
John
have friends only family
Indulge in a bit of vanity
Fuck it I'm human
More time I feel
Like Mr Truman
But in the booth
I'm John Newman
Poet of the times
drag down (exactly!)
Con-do-lee get conned
When they think they're the cunning one (it's all one big con)
Neighbor you won't con
An honest john
i'd never done the things I did
But tomorrow by tomorrow I'll be on the road again
I can hear the wild birds calling my name
Calling me home
John's down
the cross roads
Meet me down by the cross road
Tell them Like this
Yeah yeah yeah
Yo
Down by the river where John did wash our sins away
I'm on my knees
of the free
While John was on a road trip in Mississippi
His car broke down an’ as he wondered what to do next
Some locals showed up an’ beat him half to death
John.
Well, you knew you had to want to go , dance down slow.
By the light of the sun, murder comes
Today or tonight
Better get yourself and transcend
could counterfeit
And we knew God had come down like Father like Son now
True from beginning to tha end Good from tha inside out
John knew what was up he
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