Work Song (I Can Still Sing) Songtext
von Cris Jacobs

Go down old Hannah, go down girl for good
Been seven long days
Seven long days
Seven long days
In your burning blaze

Aching from my temple to my heart
But I can still sing
I can still sing
I can still sing
Oh I love to make the bell ring
Cuz there ain′t no bell in this town lord, gonna ring like mine

Dollar bill boys, sure do make a man
Forsake his soul
Forsake his soul
Forsake his soul
Everybody gotta pay the toll


I can't tell you, all that′s on my mind
But I can still sing
I can still sing
I can still sing
While I hammer down a nail and string
This is the hammer that killed John Henry, won't kill me

Carry on, carry on, in abundances
With a song, lay my troubles down to rest
Long hair woman, make that honey sweet
When I get home
When I get home
When I get home
Gonna dance around the honeycomb

Til I get there, pass that time away
With a worried song
With a worried song
With a worried song
Gonna sing it like the day is long
Oh and when they can't hear my voice no more, tell em I′m gone
Tell em I′m gone