Big John, Big John
Ever' mornin' the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six-foot six and weighed two forty-five
Kinda broad at the shoulders and narrow at the hip
Ever'body knew you didn't give no "lip", to Big John
Big John, Big John, Big Bad John, Big John
Nobody seemed to know where John called home
He just drifted into town and stayed all alone
He didn't say much, kinda quiet and shy
And if you spoke at all, you just said hi, to Big John
Somebody said he came from New Orleans
Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen
And a crashin' blow from a huge right hand
Sent a Louisana fellow to the promised land, Big John
Big John, Big John, Big Bad John, Big John
Then came the day at the bottom of the mine
When a timber cracked and men started cryin'
Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast
And ever'body tho't that they'd breathed their last, 'cept John
Thru the dust and the smoke of this man made hell
Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well
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