Some say there was never more than just one man
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land
When Good Friday dawned with a fickle sun
John Wilkes Booth and his band of men
And he burned inside with a hatred deep
Oh, it's awful to see Mr. Lincoln dead
For the man who caused the south to weep
Young Abe Lincoln wasn't young no more
Then Booth declared the day had come
Some say there was never more than just one man
Sealed in a note, Booth named just four
And they said there were five and they said there were ten
And they said there were five and they said there were ten
But the gallows would sway with many more
Down to Mary Sarrat's boarding house
And he saw his body in a ghastly dream
Oh, it's awful to see Mr. Lincoln dead
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land
Abraham Lincoln has died today
Oh, it's awful to see Mr. Lincoln dead
Bound to die at a tender age
Their lives behind a jailer's fence
In the name of God and Dixie, in the name of God and Dixie Land
Draped in black while his widow screamed
Tired old man when he won the war
Of the bitter world and a faceless man
Of redemption, grace and bravery
And those who were hanged and those who spent
Bound for fortune on a gas-lit stage
John Wilkes Booth went to his grave
Washington to Baltimore
He played the bills and he slept with whores
Only Booth could have proved them free
With a bullet in his neck and a broken leg
Some said there was never more than just one man
Two silver dollars on his eyelids lay
A patriot and his fantasy
For they said there were five and they said there were ten
They'd failed before but would try again
And the word was passed and the guns were brought
Of the taint of the conspiracy
And he dreamed at night of his death by the hands
