John Henry became a national treasure, a champion at nine and it was a pleasure
    to share his redemption year after year,
    while the "experts" and scoffers cried in their beer,
    and lovers of small, unheralded, and old
    were thrilled with his exploits and never had to be told,
    that John Henry was game and hard to put down,
    for year after year he won crown after crown...
    And so,
     Now that it's over we'll weep not for John,
    for Time takes its toll, and life must go on.
    Just think of him roaming through Kentucky's blue grass,
    prancing and dancing as the years slowly pass...away.
   And we'll not forget John, nor the things that he's done,
    his guts and his class and the races he won...
    For Us.