The Day John Henry Died
Drive-By Truckers Lyrics


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I watched the rain; it settled in. We disappeared for days again.
Most of us were staying in, lazy like the sky.
The letters flew across the wire filtered through a million liars.
The whole world smelled like burning tires the day John Henry died.

We knew about that big machine that ran on human hope and steam.
Bets on John were far between and mostly on the side.
We heard he put up quite a fight. His hands and feet turned snowy white.
That hammer rang out through the night the day John Henry died.

When John Henry was a little bitty baby nobody ever taught him how to read
But he knew the perfect way to hold a hammer was the way the railroad baron held the deed.

It didn't matter if he won, if he lived, or if he'd run.
They changed the way his job was done. Labor costs were high.
That new machine was cheap as hell and only John would work as well,
So they left him laying where he fell the day John Henry died.

John Henry was a steel-driving bastard but John Henry was a bastard just the same.
An engine never thinks about his daddy and an engine never needs to write its name.

So pack your bags, we're headed west and L.A. ain't no place to rest.
You'll need some sleep to pass the test, so get some on the flight




And say your prayers John Henry Ford 'cause we don't need your work no more.
You should have known the final score the day John Henry died.

Overall Meaning

The Day John Henry Died is a song by Drive-By Truckers that tells the story of John Henry, a legendary African American steel-driving man who battled a steam-powered rock-drilling machine and won, but eventually died in the process. The lyrics paint a picture of a time gone by, where the world "smelled like burning tires" and "the rain settled in" as people disappeared for days on end. The song captures the essence of a community bound together by their labor and their struggles, and the hardships that they faced in the face of progress.


The verses describe how John Henry and his fellow workers knew about the "big machine that ran on human hope and steam," but they still bet on John to win. They heard that he put up a good fight, but in the end, he lost to the new machine. The lyrics highlight the irony that the same railroad barons who employed John now used machines to replace him, and he became a victim of technological advancement that was supposed to improve their lives.


The chorus suggests that John Henry's death had little impact on the world: "It didn't matter if he won, if he lived, or if he'd run. They changed the way his job was done. Labor costs were high." The song reminds us of the sacrifices that workers made in the past to build the nation's railroads and infrastructure, often at great personal cost, and how their memory has faded from our collective consciousness.


Line by Line Meaning

I watched the rain; it settled in. We disappeared for days again.
The weather was gloomy, and we avoided going outside for some time.


Most of us were staying in, lazy like the sky.
We were feeling lethargic and uninterested in doing anything productive.


The letters flew across the wire filtered through a million liars.
There were rumors floating around about John Henry's situation, but most of them were untrue or exaggerated.


The whole world smelled like burning tires the day John Henry died.
The atmosphere was tense and depressing on the day John Henry passed away.


We knew about that big machine that ran on human hope and steam.
We were aware of the new steam-powered drill that threatened to take over John Henry's job.


Bets on John were far between and mostly on the side.
People were not confident in John Henry's ability to beat the machine, so there were few wagers placed on him.


We heard he put up quite a fight. His hands and feet turned snowy white.
We heard that John Henry fought valiantly against the machine, despite the physical toll it took on him.


That hammer rang out through the night the day John Henry died.
The sound of John Henry's hammer hitting the steel echoed throughout the night when he passed away.


When John Henry was a little bitty baby nobody ever taught him how to read. But he knew the perfect way to hold a hammer was the way the railroad baron held the deed.
John Henry may not have had a formal education, but he knew how to hold a hammer like an expert from watching the wealthy baron hold his property deeds.


It didn't matter if he won, if he lived, or if he'd run. They changed the way his job was done. Labor costs were high.
Regardless of the outcome of the competition between John Henry and the machine, his job was ultimately replaced by the cheaper machine due to high labor costs.


That new machine was cheap as hell and only John would work as well, So they left him laying where he fell the day John Henry died.
The machine was inexpensive and efficient, and John Henry was the only worker who could keep up with it. Unfortunately, he collapsed and died on the job.


John Henry was a steel-driving bastard but John Henry was a bastard just the same. An engine never thinks about his daddy and an engine never needs to write its name.
John Henry may have had a powerful and impressive job, but he was still just a person like anyone else. The new machine was devoid of emotions or personality.


So pack your bags, we're headed west and L.A. ain't no place to rest. You'll need some sleep to pass the test, so get some on the flight. And say your prayers John Henry Ford 'cause we don't need your work no more. You should have known the final score the day John Henry died.
The band is traveling to Los Angeles, and they acknowledge that it is not a relaxing place to be. They urge John Henry Ford to rest and reflect, as his type of work is no longer necessary due to technological advancements.




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Written by: Jason Isbell

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