Mr. Lincoln Songtext
von Eve Selis

Mr. Lincoln where you been
You are just a penny in my hand
You′re scratched and worn
And I see that you were born in '33
It′s got me thinkin' bout the things
That you have seen
You saw the great depression hit
You were like a million dollars then
You might have been
In the pocket of a soldier at Pearl Harbor
Or in a cobblestone fountain neath the water
Sweet Liberty I'm trustin′ in my Maker
Mr. Lincoln
I don′t think that I can save ya
But you'll go down in history
And this day belongs to me
Mr. Lincoln it might be
That you′ve passed through the hands of
Saints and thieves
Oh did you pay
For the things that went to rebuild Oklahoma
Have you been dropped into a box to
Help the homeless


You look so stern and so official
If you don't mind I′m gonna make a wish I'll
Toss you away
And remind myself how lucky I am
′Cause I just held the whole world in my hand

There's been talk for years about Congress doing away with the penny. In an age that worships the Benjamin, it's good to give old Honest Abe his due.