The Ballad of Booth

Ladies and gentlemen
 The President of the United States
 Abraham Lincoln
 Sic Semper Tyrannis!
 (Sic Semper Tyrannis!)
 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.
 Some 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.
 I've got to write this, I can't hold the pen
 Johnny, they've found us!
 We've got to get out of here!
 Not till I finish this.
 Johnny-
 No!
 Have you seen these papers?
 Do you know what they're calling me?!
 A common cutthroat! A hired assassin!
 This one says I'm mad!
 We must have been mad to think
 we could kill the president and get away with it!
 We did get away with it!
 He was a bloody tyrant and we brought him down
 And I will not have history think I did it for a bag of gold
 or in some kind of rabid fit!
 Johnny we have to go-
 No! I have to make my case!
 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 sinking, John...
 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...
 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 my life for one act, do 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 till 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 them 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 in 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
 Nigger lover,
 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 fellow,
 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