They say we stray from playing straight.
With feet of clay today like Watergate.
The times I fear I might agree:
I peer on back to 1863.
 
Abe.
I got you Abe.
I got you Abe.
 
They say to be ashamed, but wait:
For who –- yes, YOU! -- proclaimed “Emancipate!”
The Democrat high horse just can’t
Combat the karma of Ulysses Grant.
 
Abe.
I got you Abe.
I got you Abe.
 
So a deadline could be drawn,
You pretty much said: "Bring it on!"
And as the man of “four score”
You also began a civil war!
 
When flighty moosh from Mr. Bush
Invites a disuniting sort of push.
I hold tight to this mighty plus:
The Union quit its split because of us.
 
Abe.
I got you Abe.
I got you Abe.
 
I got you to read and note
When I need an antidote.
I got you as epilogue
When I've got to wag the dog.
I got you reminding me:
Honesty's spelled "G.O.P."
I got you, sometimes I’ve thought:
You’re the only thing I’ve got...
 
I got you Abe.
 
I got you Abe.
I got you Abe.
I got you Abe.
I got you Abe.
I got you Abe.
I got you Abe.
I got you Abe.

 
Janis Liebhart - lead vocal
Gary Stockdale - lead vocal
Greg Hilfman - music director
 

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