John Henry
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¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 JOHN HENRY (with apologies to the folk song…)
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When John Henry was a baby, sittin’ on his Daddy’s knee,
he held out a tiny red football, said
“Soccer’s goin’ to be the death of me, Lordy, lord,
soccer’s goin’ to be the death of me.”
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John Henry told his Captain, “A man ain’t nothin’ but a man,
before I let that Prem. League beat me down
I will die with my dollars in my hands,
yes I will, die with my dollars in my hands.”
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John Henry asked Barca’s Chairman, “Now, can we hear you sing?”
“We’ve got our Rebel 12, plans are confirmed,
we’ll soon see the crowds flock in —
and then you’ll hear those cash tills ring!”
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John Henry took that Super League track with those 12 Euro clubs by his side,
but he left Jurgen Klöpp and the First Team squad
Walking Alone! — Hung out to dry!
Left in the dark — Hung out to dry…
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John Henry tried to climb a mountain,
but the mountain was too high,
“Without the fans, it was not a viable plan,
All I can do is apologize —
You can see, I have tears in my eyes.”
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