Poetry

John Henry
by Earl Bergland, 1969

All I have is a hammer
For my driving hand.
All I have is a hammer
To prove myself a man.

Sticky stinky sweat
Running down my back.
Just hard bone and guts
Towing my belt's slack.

Let me swing my hammer;
Let me drive some steel.
Hell, about all I know
A driving man can feel.

Need some iron for my hand,
Hot sweat running free.
Driving, just a driving,
Something is a driving me

Slamming out a beat,
Its a sound of my own.
This oak sticked hammer
Knows my hand is its home.

Swinging a crushing hammer,
Hand wiping muddy sweat,
Keep on being a man,
Living by the minute.

Feet in the raining dust
Staring at the mountain sky.
Swinging that damn ole hammer,
How a working man gonna die.

Grew up with a steel hammer
Gripped in my calloused hand.
Be driving a hard hard hammer
All the way to the glory land.



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