Big John.Big John.Then came the day at the bottom of the minewhen a timber cracked and the men started craying.Miners were praying and hearts beat fastand everybody thought that they'd breathed their last 'cept John.Through the dust and smoke of this man made hellwalked a giant of a man that the miners knew well.Grabbed a sagging timber and gave out with a grownand like a giant oak treejust stood there alone. Big John.Big Bad John.Nobody said he came from New Orleanswhere he got in a fight over a Cajun Queenand a crashing blow from a huge right handsent a Louisiana fellow to the promised land. Big John.Every morning at the mine you could see him arrive.He stood six-foot-six and weighed twofortyfive.King of broad at the shoulderat naroow at the hipand everybody knew you did'nt give no lip to Big John.Somebody seemed to know where John called home.He just drifted into town and stayed all alone.He did'nt say much a kind a quiet and shyand if you spoke at allyou just said "hi" to Big John.Big John.
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