The Day John Henry Died Chords

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  G                     D             Cadd9            Em7
I watched the rain; it settled in. We disappeared for days again.
G                D           Cadd9        G
Most of us were staying in, lazy like the sky.
G                 D              Cadd9                Em7
The letters flew across the wire filtered through a million liars.
    G                        D                 Cadd9          G
The whole world smelled like burning tires the day John Henry died.


We knew about that big machine that ran on human hope and steam.
Bets on John were far between and mostly on the side.
We heard he put up quite a fight. His hands and feet turned snowy white.
That hammer rang out through the night the day John Henry died.


           Em7         Cadd9        G      D
When John Henry was a little bitty baby
   Em7      Cadd9              G      D
nobody ever taught him how to read
       Em7              Cadd9           G     D
but he knew the perfect way to hold a hammer
        Cadd9                            Am
was the way the railroad baron held the deed.


It didn't matter if he won, if he lived, or if he'd run.
They changed the way his job was done. Labor costs were high.
That new machine was cheap as hell and only John would work as well,
so they left him laying where he fell the day John Henry died.

John Henry was a steel-driving bastard but John Henry was a bastard just the same.
An engine never thinks about his daddy and an engine never needs to write its name.

So pack your bags, we're headed west and L.A. ain't no place to rest.
You'll need some sleep to pass the test, so get some on the flight
and say your prayers John Henry Ford 'cause we don't need your work no more.
You should have known the final score the day John Henry died.