Michael cerveris - The ballad of booth
Overige artiesten: Brandon wardell Neil patrick harris

Someone tell the story
Someone sing the song
Every now and then
The country
Goes a little wrong
Every now and then
A madman's
Bound to come along
Doesn't stop the story
Story's pretty strong
Doesn't change the song

Johnny Booth was a handsome devil
Got up in his rings and fancy silks
Had him a temper but kept it level
Everybody called him Wilkes

Why did you do it, Johnny?
Nobody agrees
You, who had everything
What made you bring
A nation to its knees?

Some say it was your voice had gone
Some say it was booze
They say you killed a country, John
Because of bad reviews

Johnny lived with a grace and glitter
Kind of like the lives he lived on stage
Died in a barn in pain and bitter
Twenty-seven years of age

Why did you do it, Johnny
Throw it all away?
Why did you do it, boy
Not just destroy
The pride and joy
Of Illinois
But all the U.S.A.?

Your brother made you jealous, John
You couldn't fill his shoes
Was that the reason, tell us, John
Along with bad reviews?

Damn

They're coming! They'll be here any minute

I need your help, Davey
I gotta to write this and I can't hold a pen

Johnny, they've found us! We gotta get out of here!

No! I have to make my case
And I need you to take it down

We don't have time

Take it down

An indictment
Of the former President of the United States, Abraham Lincoln
Who is herein charged with the following High Crimes and Misdemeanors

They say your ship was sinkin', John

One
That you did ruthlessly provoke a war between the States
Which cost some six hundred thousand of my countrymen their lives
Two

You'd started missing cues

Two
That you did silence your critics in the North
By hurling them into prison without benefit of charge or trial
Three

They say it wasn't Lincoln, John

Shut up! Three

You'd merely had a slew of bad reviews

I said shut up!

Booth! I have fifty soldiers out here, Booth!
Give yourselves up or we'll set fire to the barn!

Don't shoot! I'm coming out!

No!

I have given up my life for one act, you understand?
Do not let history rob me of its meaning
Pass on the truth! You're the only one who can
Please

He said
"Damn you, Lincoln
You had your way


Tell 'em, boy!

With blood you drew out
Of blue and gray!"

Tell it all!
Tell them 'til they listen!

He said
"Damn you, Lincoln
And damn the day
You threw the 'U' out
Of U.S.A!"

He said

Hunt me down, smear my name
Say I did it for the fame
What I did was kill the man who killed my country
Now the Southland will mend
Now this bloody war can end
Because someone slew the tyrant
Just as Brutus slew the tyrant

He said

Damn you, Lincoln
You righteous whore

Tell 'em
Tell 'em what he did

You turned your spite into Civil War

Tell 'em
Tell 'em the truth

And more

Tell 'em, boy
Tell 'em how it happened

How the end doesn't mean that it's over
How surrender is not the end
Tell 'em

How the country is not what it was
Where there's blood on the clover
How the nation can never again
Be the hope that it was

How the bruises may never be healed
How the wounds are forever
How we gave up the field
But we still wouldn't yield

How the union can never recover
From that vulgar
High and mighty
Niggerlover
Never!

Never
Never
Never
No, the country is not what it was

Damn my soul if you must
Let my body turn to dust
Let it mingle with the ashes of the country

Let them curse me to hell
Leave it to history to tell
What I did, I did well
And I did it for my country

Let them cry, "Dirty traitor!"
They will understand it later
The country is not what it was

Johnny Booth was a headstrong fella
Even he believed the things he said
Some called him noble, some said yellow
What he was was off his head

How could you do it, Johnny
Calling it a cause?
You left a legacy
Of butchery and treason we
Took eagerly
And thought you'd get applause

But traitors just get jeers and boos
Not visits to their graves
While Lincoln, who got mixed reviews
Because of you, John, now gets only raves

Damn you, Johnny
You paved the way
For other madmen
To make us pay
Lots of madmen
Have had their say
But only for a day

Listen to the stories
Hear it in the songs
Angry men don't write the rules
And guns don't right the wrongs

Hurts a while
But soon the country's
Back where it belongs
And that's the truth

Still and all
Damn you, Booth

Writers: STEPHEN SONDHEIM , Michael Starobin

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music , Inc.

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