John Henry died with a sense of pride
A man made dedication
I can't seem to find that motivation
Came on the scene, beat a steam machine
That threatened his generation
I can't seem to find that motivation
Well justice, justice, everybody wants it
Sell all the livestock, kill all the runts
It comes and goes like a travelling show
But you can't afford the ticket
I spend my days reading terrible plays
About Lincoln in Illinois
I can't quite connect with that good ol' boy
And you heard the truth about John Wilkes Booth
Getting tangled in his own sad ploy
I can't quite connect with that good ol' boy
Well justice, justice, everybody wants it
Hitting pop flies when it should have been a bunt
It comes and goes like a travelling show
But you can't afford the ticket
I've lived for years with a thousand fears
About the police down the street
They won't ever catch me in that seat
I go for days in a lawless haze
And make my life complete
But they won't ever catch me in that seat
Well justice, justice, everybody wants it
Shut down the jails 'til the bars are rusted
It comes and goes like a travelling show
But you can't afford the ticket
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