| Honesty is Dead | ||||||
| Written by: Steve Coleman and Daniel Stone | ||||||
| Tall black suits and your lemon twists. Big top hats and you never shaved. Never carried change, but 50 cents. Would have died young but you were President. C*- Honest Abe, Honest Abe, Honest Abe You had big shoes but little feet, a mole on your face that was plain to see. Took lots of tries but they didn't take, you got mad cow drinking from a lake. -Chorus- Your wife was tall and your sister too, just couldn't tell who was who. Your face is on every cent, cause you spent all your time at the mint. -Chorus- **We met him at the general store, there he was sweeping the floor. And then he told me just what to do, He said, "Put 50 cents in that shoe!" ** We love Honest Abe, We love Honest Abe, We love Honest Abe, Too bad he's dead... He would've been a great cowboy. |
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