"Mr. Lincoln" lyrics

Mr. Lincoln, I presume
I was there the night you fell out of the room
There was murmur, then a hush
Then a rush to get the hands straight up to you

I was playing in the band
As your wife cried out and held your other hand
Though I couldn't see from where I sat
You lingered on, and that was that

Newspapers said many came
As the train rolled by
On the way to lay you down, down, down, down

I'm an Old Dominion man
I must admit that I was not your biggest fan
But in light of these events and sadness trends
I wouldn't wish that end on any man

But it all came down to you
To paint the picture of this new red, white, and blue
But the blood is spilled and the fields are tilled
So tell me what the hell are we supposed to do?

Many came, hat in hand
As the train rolled by
On its way to lay you down, down, down, down

Many came, hat in hand
As the train rolled by
On its way to lay you down, down, down, down

Down, down, down, down