John Henry and the Inky-Poo

John Henry:
My name's John Henry, woman!

John Henry's Mother:
Pleased to know you, son! I's your ma!

John Henry:
Stop fussing at me, woman! I can't stand a fussy woman!

Now, you know and I know, history has a way of making big men bigger and strong men stronger. And even if John Henry wasn't was big as the stories say he was big, or strong as the stories say he was strong, he was still a mighty man, a steel-drivin' man, who worked with his hammers, in the blazin' sun and the pourin' rain, drivin' his steel, buildin' a railroad, buildin' a country. That's him, John Henry, American workin' man. John Henry didn't die back there at Big Bend tunnel. He just showed that a man can do anything a machine can do, if a man only has a mind to do it. No, John Henry didn't die. He just stopped livin' in his mammy's shack there beside the river and the railroad track, and he started in livin' in the hearts of men, forever and a day.