John Brown's Body Lyrics

	There's always the creaks and the strangest sounds
	john brown’s body was never found
	but the locals see him walkin' around
	There’s a ‘for sale’ sign on the old farm roads
	there’s a silo empty and done for
	the place just ain't the same no more
	Now its shinin' all them different ways, crimson blues and yellow shades
	there's snow up in the way
	and those clouds still full of rain
	There’s work in town or so they say
	just blessed to fill our hands today
	god knows if it will ever pay
	And we fill our hands with wood and steel
	and grace is a woman we all long to feel
	you know we will...you know someday we will
	There’s always the creaks and the strangest sounds
	john brown’s body’s up and walkin' around
	countin' all the riches that he found
	And he throws it all in that wishing well
	made it home in the morning hail…there’s snow up in the way
	and those clouds still full a rain

	There' s always the creaks and the strangest sounds
	john brown' s body was never found
	but the locals see him walkin' around
	There' s a ' for sale' sign on the old farm roads
	there' s a silo empty and done for
	the place just ain' t the same no more
	Now its shinin' all them different ways, crimson blues and yellow shades
	there' s snow up in the way
	and those clouds still full of rain
	There' s work in town or so they say
	just blessed to fill our hands today
	god knows if it will ever pay
	And we fill our hands with wood and steel
	and grace is a woman we all long to feel
	you know we will... you know someday we will
	There' s always the creaks and the strangest sounds
	john brown' s body' s up and walkin' around
	countin' all the riches that he found
	And he throws it all in that wishing well
	made it home in the morning hail there' s snow up in the way
	and those clouds still full a rain

	There' s always the creaks and the strangest sounds
	john brown' s body was never found
	but the locals see him walkin' around
	There' s a ' for sale' sign on the old farm roads
	there' s a silo empty and done for
	the place just ain' t the same no more
	Now its shinin' all them different ways, crimson blues and yellow shades
	there' s snow up in the way
	and those clouds still full of rain
	There' s work in town or so they say
	just blessed to fill our hands today
	god knows if it will ever pay
	And we fill our hands with wood and steel
	and grace is a woman we all long to feel
	you know we will... you know someday we will
	There' s always the creaks and the strangest sounds
	john brown' s body' s up and walkin' around
	countin' all the riches that he found
	And he throws it all in that wishing well
	made it home in the morning hail there' s snow up in the way
	and those clouds still full a rain

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