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John Henry was a li'l baby, uh-huh
Sittin' on his mama's knee, oh, yeah,
Said: "De Big Bend Tunnel on de C & O road
Gonna cause de death of me
On this rock pile, with my ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name Lord, Lord

Gotta do my time, I gotta do my time
With an aching
On this rock pile, with my ball and chain.
They call me by a number not a name Lord, Lord.

[Chorus]
Gotta do my time, I gotta do my time.
With
On this old rock pile with a ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name, Lord, Lord
Gotta do my time, gotta do my time
With an aching heart
On this old rock pile with a ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name, Lord, Lord
Gotta do my time, gotta do my time
With an aching heart
On this rock pile, with my ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name Lord, Lord

Gotta do my time, I gotta do my time
With an aching
the neighborhood
People nod 'cause it's understood
Mr. Henry comes out to stand
A wave and shout-out
To the man

Ask the birds singin'
I am the man
By
the neighborhood
People nod 'cause it's understood
Mr. Henry comes out to stand
A wave and shout-out
To the man

Ask the birds singin'
I am the man
By
one, so baby when I wake you up

Just let me rock, sex you back to sleep girl
Don't say a word no, don't you talk
Just hold on tight to me girl
Sex
could do without
My good advice

Sir Isaac Newton came around to my house one day
His face was all sunburned and red
He said he didn't want to sleep
I'm on the TV
My crew's greedy, like Boom Boom Mancini
La's song buy weedy, Swahili, ?Sadeeky?
Professional, hold my toast by my testicals
I used
to rock this boy asleep now that you're gone
(she's really gone)
Give me back the beat and let's rock on
(ooh, rock on baby)

I won't sleep; baby, I
told
If I could get the St Paul before it gets cold
I wish I could sleep tonight in Little Rock
But then we never did go too much by the clock
But I
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll

Say you don't know me, or recognize my
A ballad by Henry Clay Work, originally published in 1864
Researched by Betty Thomas.

Nicodemus the slave was of African birth and was bought for
to make time go by

There is only one thing that I miss there,
There is not enough punk rock shows
No place where the kids can get together
No concerts
the

Strength of a woman
Is the (is the) I'll be the rock when you needed the pill for your sleep
I am woman, you know
And I shouldn't have to prove it 'cause
almost dawn

I am here I'm gonna help you sleep

Count on me instead of countin' sheep

Close your eyes and leave the rest of me.


You'll have sweet
dawn

I am here, I'm gonna help you sleep
Count on me instead of countin' sheep
Close your eyes and leave the rest of me

You'll have sweet dreams
to rock this boy asleep now that you're gone
(She's really gone)
Give me back the beat and let's rock on
(Oh, rock on baby)

I won't sleep, baby, I
talk to her
'Cause she'll throw rocks at me

I might never see you again
I hope we fix and stay special 'cause still
I ain't tryin' to start a fight
long 
With miles to go before I sleep
Niles to go before I sleep

I would carry the rock of Gibraltar just for you 
Lifted like a pebble from
Choose the sword, and you will join me
Choose the ball, and you join your mother, in death
You don't understand my words, but you must choose

So,
I was sitting on a rock, just
Waiting for a key
To sleep inside the house
Of old serenity

So I climbed onto your altar
Begged, please don't
good afternoon, good night
What have you done with your life?
Everybody time comes to be embraced by the light
You only scared to die when you ain't