JOHN HENRY
B. SPRINGSTEEN


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         		Well John Henry was a little baby
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         		Sittin? on his daddy?s knee
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He picked up a hammer and a little piece of steel
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And cried, ?Hammer?s gonna be the death of me, Lord, Lord
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Hammer?s gonna be the death of me?