John Wilkes Booth Song Lyrics

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