Greg Graffin - Lincoln's Funeral Train lyrics

On the 21st of April 18 and 65 3: 31 left Washington For Lincoln’s last train ride Cannons boom The bonfires burn The evergreens were grey 3: 31 in the morning sun The hearse that journey made See that train coming, boys Rolling down the main Draped in black, she won’t be back It’s Lincoln’s funeral train With the portrait of a modern man Shot down by a traitor Now toll the bell, and bid farewell To the great emancipator Crowds jammed the streets for a final look At the great man who had stood At the country’s helm through the bitter war That seemed us little good But held by the bullet of John Wilkes Booth As the banner died away His guidance helped to reconcile Why abscence brought dismay See that train coming, boys Rolling down the main Draped in black, she won’t be back It’s Lincoln’s funeral train With the portrait of a modern man Shot down by a traitor Now toll the bell, and bid farewell To the great emancipator See that train coming, boys Rolling down the main Draped in black, she won’t be back It’s Lincoln’s funeral train With the portrait of a modern man Shot down by a traitor Just toll the bell, and bid farewell To the great emancipator Now toll the bell and bid farewell To the great emancipator