Those Poor Bastards
John Henry Gonna
If there’s no truth comin' from your tongue
John Henry's gonna swoop down from the sun
He's gonna tell me everything you done
John Henry's gonna swoop down from the sun
Old John, Old John
If there's a sin hangin' over your head
John Henry's gonna crawl right outta that shed
He's gonna point out every lie you said
John Henry's gonna crawl right outta that shed
Old John Old John
Then will his hammer fall
If there's a fear living in your brain
John Henry's gonna slither 'neath the tracks of that train
He's gonna tell me why you're to blame
John Henry's gonna slither 'neath the tracks of that train
Old John, Old John
If there's a secret in your flesh
John Henry's gonna burst right outta your chest
He's gonna reveal what he deems best
John Henry's gonna burst right outta your chest
Old John Old John
Then will his hammer fall