All of my stack like a millionaire's money
But I can't get 'em back and I'm sorry for that, honey
There's tracks behind my feet, mud up to my knees
Working with John Henry, but he's so hard to please
He's so hard to please

Down around the bend where the West Virginian
Hammer in the morning, hammer in the mountain rain
John had a nine pound hammer, died with it in his hand
Never did see the light, light at the tunnel's end
Light at the tunnel's end

All of my stack like a millionaire's money
But I can't get 'em back, and I'm sorry for that, honey
I'm sorry for that, honey