John Henry Gonna - Those Poor Bastards

You think I care?

Well I don’t, not anymore

Someday my soul must be blackened

Anytime a girl comes over, I lock 'em downstairs, then I just wait til she

starts cryin'

Yeah I am cruel, I don’t deny it

Black Dog

Get off my back

Most of the folks I know go drinkin' every night

They say they sure are havin' fun

But when they ask me with 'em

I tell 'em I’m too tired

Truth is that I just don’t like strangers

You know I plan to die alone

Black Dog

Get off my back

I still ain’t gotten 'round to go to Mississippi

Oh someday lord I’d like to live there

Fact is I ain’t been nowhere

Fact is I live here forever

Fact is I’m just a big mouth talker

Yeah I promise myself I’ll live tomorrow

Black Dog

Get off my back

Looks like the car broke down again

Looks like the car broke down again

Looks like the car broke down again

Looks like the car broke down again

(Hey Jimmy can you get over here and take a look at this here automobile?)

Looks like the car broke down again

Looks like the car broke down again

(And I got places to go, yeah, Jimmy I got places to go)

Looks like the car broke down again

Looks like the car broke down again

Looks like the car broke down again