Well John Henry moved a mountain outta nothin’ but a hammer and sweat
Well he beat that damn machinery down he said “you ain’t seen nothing’ yet”
‘Cause he had himself a woman, well she must have been something like you
When you’re a man with a plan, got a hammer in your hand ain’t nothin’ that you
Can’t do
When you’re the right man
You’re the right man
You’re the right man
You’re the right man
For the job

Well there used to be a dude named Samson
And he had himself some hair
Every skinny cowboy at the pyramid bar said the gene pool just ain’t fair
But he went down to the barber
‘Cause he had to wear a tux that night
And even though he didn’t look like Hanson y’all
He made Delilah giggle with delight

He was the right man
He was the right man
He was the right man
He was the right man for the job

Well you loved yourself a carpenter
He never went to school
He was thick as ol’ brown gravy
And he had the wrong kind of tool

Well I ain’t got no big muscles
And I ain’t got lots of hair
And I ain’t no sheik from Arabies
Just a fellow with some love to spare
So if you come back here to Texas girl
From wherever you’re out tonight
I’m gonna kiss you like you’ve never been kissed before
For the rest of your dog gone life

‘Cause I’m the right man
I’m the right man
Yeah I’m the right man
The right man for the job

I’m the right man
I’m the right man
I’m the right man
The right man for the job

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