Lyrics

(Reflections on) John Henry

Someone?s out to shoot me down
Wants me lyin? six feet down
A face from some forgotten town
A name that doesn?t make a sound

Survival comes with some surprise
When you look the devil in the eyes
But one man lives, one man dies
It was him or me, the rest is lies

Chorus: Ill winds blow down crooked roads
Some folks kind, some folks cold
You don?t need no more than you can hold
Just know when to play when to fold

Been livin? in a no-man?s land
Watchin? time slip through my hands
Can?t think how it all began
Things didn?t work out like I planned

My resting places are gettin? few
I?m seeing faces I once knew
Those women and all those rooms
And all those lies that got me through

Chorus

This gamblin? life was nothing much
Had some fun, had some luck
But in the end you lose your touch
And death?s long shadow catches up

When he comes I?ll know his face
A voice?ll call from some dark place
?Now John Henry look upon your maker
It?s time to pay back all you?ve taken?