Текст песни John Henry

These days aint so easy mama gotta watch your back I take my whiskey straight chewin’ on pieces from my past And I’m no John Henry I do my best With this guitar strapped to my back child, I’m headed west Go to sleep when the Sun comes up now on this deadbeat town Come alive in the moonlight mama when that Sun goes down And I’m no John Henry I do my best With this guitar strapped to my back child I’m headed west Walk away from my grave with these boots still on Lord a soul needs savin’ so I grab my gun, so I grab my gun And I’m no John Henry I do my best With this guitar strapped to my back child, I’m headed west