歌曲 | John Wilkes Booth |
歌手 | Tony Rice |
专辑 | Native American |
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作曲 : Carpenter | |
John Wilkes Booth was a southern man | |
Born of an actor in Maryland | |
Bound for fortune on a gas-lit stage | |
Bound to die at a tender age | |
Washington to Baltimore | |
He played the bills and he slept with whores | |
And he burned inside with a hatred deep | |
For the man who caused the south to weep | |
Young Abe Lincoln wasn't young no more | |
Tired old man when he won the war | |
And he dreamed at night of his death by the hands | |
Of the bitter world and a faceless man | |
And he saw his body in a ghastly dream | |
Draped in black while his widow screamed | |
Two silver dollars on his eyelids lay | |
Abraham Lincoln has died today | |
And they said there were five and they said there were ten | |
Some say there was never more than just one man | |
Oh, it's awful to see Mr. Lincoln dead | |
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land | |
John Wilkes Booth and his band of men | |
They'd failed before but would try again | |
When Good Friday dawned with a fickle sun | |
Then Booth declared the day had come | |
And the word was passed and the guns were brought | |
Down to Mary Sarrat's boarding house | |
Sealed in a note, Booth named just four | |
But the gallows would sway with many more | |
And they said there were five and they said there were ten | |
Some say there was never more than just one man | |
Oh, it's awful to see Mr. Lincoln dead | |
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land | |
John Wilkes Booth went to his grave | |
With a bullet in his neck and a broken leg | |
A patriot and his fantasy | |
Of redemption, grace and bravery | |
And those who were hanged and those who spent | |
Their lives behind a jailer's fence | |
Only Booth could have proved them free | |
Of the taint of the conspiracy | |
For they said there were five and they said there were ten | |
Some said there was never more than just one man | |
Oh, it's awful to see Mr. Lincoln dead | |
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land | |
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land |
zuo qu : Carpenter | |
John Wilkes Booth was a southern man | |
Born of an actor in Maryland | |
Bound for fortune on a gaslit stage | |
Bound to die at a tender age | |
Washington to Baltimore | |
He played the bills and he slept with whores | |
And he burned inside with a hatred deep | |
For the man who caused the south to weep | |
Young Abe Lincoln wasn' t young no more | |
Tired old man when he won the war | |
And he dreamed at night of his death by the hands | |
Of the bitter world and a faceless man | |
And he saw his body in a ghastly dream | |
Draped in black while his widow screamed | |
Two silver dollars on his eyelids lay | |
Abraham Lincoln has died today | |
And they said there were five and they said there were ten | |
Some say there was never more than just one man | |
Oh, it' s awful to see Mr. Lincoln dead | |
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land | |
John Wilkes Booth and his band of men | |
They' d failed before but would try again | |
When Good Friday dawned with a fickle sun | |
Then Booth declared the day had come | |
And the word was passed and the guns were brought | |
Down to Mary Sarrat' s boarding house | |
Sealed in a note, Booth named just four | |
But the gallows would sway with many more | |
And they said there were five and they said there were ten | |
Some say there was never more than just one man | |
Oh, it' s awful to see Mr. Lincoln dead | |
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land | |
John Wilkes Booth went to his grave | |
With a bullet in his neck and a broken leg | |
A patriot and his fantasy | |
Of redemption, grace and bravery | |
And those who were hanged and those who spent | |
Their lives behind a jailer' s fence | |
Only Booth could have proved them free | |
Of the taint of the conspiracy | |
For they said there were five and they said there were ten | |
Some said there was never more than just one man | |
Oh, it' s awful to see Mr. Lincoln dead | |
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land | |
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land |
zuò qǔ : Carpenter | |
John Wilkes Booth was a southern man | |
Born of an actor in Maryland | |
Bound for fortune on a gaslit stage | |
Bound to die at a tender age | |
Washington to Baltimore | |
He played the bills and he slept with whores | |
And he burned inside with a hatred deep | |
For the man who caused the south to weep | |
Young Abe Lincoln wasn' t young no more | |
Tired old man when he won the war | |
And he dreamed at night of his death by the hands | |
Of the bitter world and a faceless man | |
And he saw his body in a ghastly dream | |
Draped in black while his widow screamed | |
Two silver dollars on his eyelids lay | |
Abraham Lincoln has died today | |
And they said there were five and they said there were ten | |
Some say there was never more than just one man | |
Oh, it' s awful to see Mr. Lincoln dead | |
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land | |
John Wilkes Booth and his band of men | |
They' d failed before but would try again | |
When Good Friday dawned with a fickle sun | |
Then Booth declared the day had come | |
And the word was passed and the guns were brought | |
Down to Mary Sarrat' s boarding house | |
Sealed in a note, Booth named just four | |
But the gallows would sway with many more | |
And they said there were five and they said there were ten | |
Some say there was never more than just one man | |
Oh, it' s awful to see Mr. Lincoln dead | |
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land | |
John Wilkes Booth went to his grave | |
With a bullet in his neck and a broken leg | |
A patriot and his fantasy | |
Of redemption, grace and bravery | |
And those who were hanged and those who spent | |
Their lives behind a jailer' s fence | |
Only Booth could have proved them free | |
Of the taint of the conspiracy | |
For they said there were five and they said there were ten | |
Some said there was never more than just one man | |
Oh, it' s awful to see Mr. Lincoln dead | |
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land | |
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land |