I wonder if there was a sound
when John Henry hit the ground
and died on that long and fateful day
Maybe a rustle of the wind
but the people who came to see him
probably couldn't think of anything
Or I could pack my bags today and move somewhere far away
but a man can not escape what is within
Or I could go anywhere in this great wide country
but I'll never escape this state that I'm in
People talk a lot 'cause they have not figured out
whether people should be let inside their head
But I should probably watch my tongue because I'm almost guilty of
doing that exact same thing that I just said
Or I could pack my bags today and move somewhere far away
but a man can not escape what is within
Or I could go anywhere in this great wide country
but I'll never escape this state that I'm in
We had so much time to find what we wanted from our lives
We figured we would roam the earth and it'd appear
But then everything we owned became what we called our home
and then our dreams faded as quickly as our years
I wonder if there was a sound when John Henry laid his hammer down
and died on that long and fateful day
Maybe a rustle of the wind
but the people who came to see him
probably couldn't think of anything to say
But that's how I'd rather go
at the end of some big show
before the lights fade out into my older years
And the crowd is roaring loud
when my body hits the ground
and then the silence echoes louder than the cheers
Or I could pack my bags today and move somewhere far away
but a man can not escape what is within
Or I could go anywhere in this great wide country
but I'll never escape this state that I'm in
Or I could pack my bags today and move somewhere far away
but a man can not escape what is within
Or I could go anywhere in this great wide country
but I'll enverr escape this state that I'm in

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