Story Of A Quarryman Lyrics - The Ballad Of John Henry - Joe Bonamassa

Gonna buy me a bucket and a hammer of nails 

Board up the windows and head for the trails 

And that's what i get for sticking my chin out 

Well a kick in the teeth and a mind full of doubt 

I brought this on for my own hands 

The precious disgrace from my own hands 

If i could freeze time in my own hands 

Story of a quarryman 

Left my home with the shirt on my back 

Built my empire on a dry haystack 

To break it down a one by one 

And back in Cali and tired and alone 

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I brought this on by my own hands 

The precious disgrace from my own hand 

If i could freeze time in my own hands 

Story of a quarryman 

Traces of life blowing in the sand 

The cornerstone of my piece of dry land 

So hand me that hop and some of that wine 

I'll drink you away by the end of this line 

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I brought this on by my own hands 

The precious disgrace from my own hands 

If i could freeze time in my own hands 

Story of a quarryman 

Story of a quarryman