John Henry Lives - Laura Veirs

Hear the whistle blow far off in the still night without stars

See the tracks laid flat with a hammer’s might

They’re the spike driver’s scars

They’re the spike driver’s scars

By the railroad ties there a hammer lies

It’s all painted in red

It’s all painted in red

It’s all painted in red

The west springs up from the spike driver’s blues

And the captain’s new shiny shoes

Take to him this hat and hammer and tell him I’m gone

Won’t you tell him I’m gone

I’m gone I’m gone I’m gone I’m gone