Abraham Lincoln

Oh Abraham
Lincoln carried across the street
Oh Abraham
Lincoln carried across the street
The assassin, the coward shot him in the head
The assassin, the serpent struck him then he fled
Oh many, many, many people gather to hear the word
Oh many, many, many people tremble at what theyve heard
Snickering drunkards from cover of dark
Treacherys their master, murder in their heart
From the table rips his chair
Cross the people on the stairs
Watch the limbs runnin for
All across the empty bar
Oh Abraham
Lincoln, buried him in his grave
Oh Abraham
Lincoln, buried him in his grave
The assassin, the coward, no grave for you
The assassin, the actor, no cross for you
From the table rips his chair
Cross the people on the stairs
Watch the limbs runnin for
All across the empty bar