Shake a Little salt on me Mama, shake a little salt on me
I've worn my blue jeans out at the knees
I've never had a terrible dime
Well Job sat there at the foot of his bed
Gasping for air with his hands in his head
"I've wandered through hell this can't be the end Lord
Teach me again how to fight" he just might
Shake a Little salt on me Mama, shake a little salt on me
I've worn my blue jeans out at the knees
I've never had a terrible dime
John Henry saw this coming years ago
The blood and the sweat would be all that he'd know
His baby watched him driving from the window
They'd steal that life away and he'd say
Shake a Little salt on me Mama, shake a little salt on me
I've worn my blue jeans out at the knees, I've never had a terrible dime
Shake a Little salt on me Mama, shake a little salt on me
I've worn my blue jeans out at the knees, I've never had a terrible dime