Abie Baby / Gettysburg Address

Lyrics

Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and all And pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' Mother's Oats in grease I's free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the slaves Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and all And pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' Mother's Oats in grease I's free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the slaves Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fuckin'-pator of the slaves Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fuckin'-pator of the slaves Four score, I said four score and seven years ago Oh, sock it to 'em baby, you're sounding better all the timе Our forefathers, I mean all our forеfathers Brought forth upon this here continent a new nation Oh come on, it's too rock me stokly Conceived, conceived like we all was In liberty, and dedicated to the one I love I mean dedicated to the proposition That all men, honey, I tell you all men are created equal Happy birthday, Abie Baby Happy birthday to you, yeah Happy birthday, Abie Baby Happy birthday to you, bang Bang, bang, shit, I'm not dying for no white man