Shake a Little Salt On Me

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