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John Henry

He wakes up in the morning 
when the clock shows five
And he looks in his mirror 
and sees he's still alive
He stumbles in his room 
and falls down in his chair
And he listens to voices 
BUT THERE'S NOBODY THERE

He was born in the summer of 94
And was found on the steps
Outside the church door
And from that day on
He would live the life of the poor
He never knew his momma
And he never knew his pa
To find them now he would need radar

At the age of sixteen he left his life in care
He had so many parents some were good
And some were poor
And others just showed him the door
Now he is back to his usual tricks
And he is looking for more kicks
So he decides  to have one more score
And he slips down from his chair

And now he is lying on the floor
Poor John Henry
The boy who lived next door

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