Hear the whistle blow far off in the still night without stars see the tracks laid flat
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With a hammer's might they're the spike driver's scars they're the spike driver's scars
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By the railroad ties there a hammer lies it's all painted in red it's all painted in red it's all painted in red
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The west springs up from the spike driver's blues
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And the captain's new shiny shoes take to him this hat
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And hammer and tell him i'm gone i'm gone i'm gone i'm gone i'm gone
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By the railroad ties there a hammer lies it's all painted in red it's all painted in red it's all painted in red
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John Henry Lives
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| Laura Veirs |
