Oh abraham lincoln carried across the street.
Oh abraham lincoln carried across the street.
Shot him in the head.
Struck him then he fled.
Oh many many many people gather to hear the word.
Oh many many many people tremble at what they've heard.
Snickering drunkards from cover of dark.
Murder is their heart.
From the table rips his chair.
Cross the people on the stairs.
Watch the limbs runnin for.
All across a empty bar.
Oh abraham lincoln buried him in his grave.
Oh abraham lincoln buried him in his grave.
No grave for you.
No cross for you.
From the table rips his chair.
Cross the people on the stairs.
Watch the limbs runnin for.
All across a empty bar.
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