Quantcast
Tap the YouTube play button above
Select or create a new playlist. Need some suggestions? Check out some cool playlists here.
My Playlists
Play History
The music never stops on bop.
Play any song. Use any music service. Share with any friend. Learn More.
Home
All
Artists
Songs
Playlists
Search results for Search history Start typing... No primary results for
    Play song
    Tony Rice
    Tap the YouTube play button below

    John Wilkes Booth

    • Add to playlist
    • Start radio from this song
    Song

    Song Info

    John Wilkes Booth
    Released


      Recommended Songs

      About "John Wilkes Booth"

      Lyrics for Tony Rice - "John Wilkes Booth"

      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

      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.

      CHORUS: 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.

      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.

      CHORUS

      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 hanged and those who spent
      Their lives behind a jailer's fence,
      Only Booth could have set them free
      From the taint of the conspiracy.

      SONGWRITERS:
      Carpenter, Mary Chapin
      Powered and licensed by LyricFind
      bop.fm

      Select a Service

      YouTube
      SoundCloud

      Open In

      Spotify
      Rdio
      Beats
      Rdio
      Rhapsody
      Xbox Music
      YouTube
      SoundCloud

      Buy

      Amazon
      iTunes
      Google Play

      Select a Store

      Amazon
      iTunes
      Google Play

      User

      ‹ Back
      Favorites
      Playlists
      Feedback? Chat with us!
      Sign Out
      My playlists
      (Hit return to send)

      Submit Song Description

      Submit Please enter a description.
      Thank You! Our administrators will review your description.
      I'm sorry an error has occurred. Please try again later.