John Henry

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