John Henry The Gambler - Willie P. Bennett

    When John Henry was a little baby
    He was sitting on his mama's knee
    He said a steel driving man
    Was what you had planned
    But gambling's going to be the death of me, ma
    Yes a gambler's the best that I might be

    Well his mama turned to John Henry
    Said please don't roam the streets
    Stay at home on the farm
    Where you won't find no harm
    If you leave it'll be the death of me, boy
    If you leave it'll be the death of me

    Well John Henry roamed to the city
    And many games he gambled there
    Until he shot a man one day
    Down old Kentucky way
    He'll be running from his dying day, boys
    He'll be running from the weight of his ways

    Well the moral of this story
    Is easy for you to see
    John Henry's laying six feet down
    In the cold, cold cold ground
    He ended up the same as you or me boys
    Yea, he ended up the same as you or me
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