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T’was a dark day in Dallas, November ’63A day that will live on in infamyPresident Kennedy was a-ridin’ highGood day to be livin’ and a good day to dieBeing led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lambHe say, ‘wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?’‘Of course we do, we know who you are’Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car 2:Shot down like a dog in broad daylightWas a matter of timin’ and the timin’ was rightYou got unpaid debts we’ve come to collectWe gonna kill you with hatred, without any respectWe’ll mock you and shock you and we’ll grin in your faceWe’ve already got someone here to take your place3:The day they blew out the brains of the kingThousands were watching, no one saw a thingIt happened so quickly, so quick by surpriseRight there in front of everyone’s eyesGreatest magic trick ever under the sunPerfectly executed, skillfully doneWolf man, oh wolf man, oh wolf man howlRub-a-dub-dub, it’s a murder most foul
4:Hush little children, you’re gonna standThe Beatles are comin’, they’re gonna hold your handSlide down the bannister, go get your coat Ferry ‘cross the Mersey and go for the throatThere’s three bums comin’ all dressed in rags Pick up the pieces and lower the flagsI’m goin’ to Woodstock, it’s the Aquarian AgeThen I’ll go down to Altamont and sit near the stage Put your head out the window, let the good times rollThere’s a party goin’ on behind the Grassy Knoll 5:Stack up the bricks, pour the cementDon’t say Dallas don’t love you, Mr PresidentPut your foot in the tank and step on the gas Try to make it to the triple underpassBlackface singer, white face clownBetter not show your faces after the sun goes down Up in the red light district like a cop on the beat Living in a Nightmare on Elm Street6/7:When you’re down on Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoeDon’t ask what your country can do for you Cash on the barrelhead, money to burn Dealey Plaza, make a left-hand turn I’m goin’ down to the crossroads, gonna flag a rideThe place where faith, hope and charity died Shoot ‘im while he runs, boy, shoot ‘im while you canSee if you can shoot the Invisible ManGoodbye Charlie, goodbye Uncle Sam  Frankly, Miss Scarlet, I don’t give a damn What is the truth? Where did it go?Ask Oswald and Ruby, they oughta know ‘Shut your mouth,’ said the wise old owl,‘Business is business, and it’s a murder most foul’ 8:Tommy, can you hear me? I’m the acid queen  I’m riding in a long, black, Lincoln limousineRidin’ in the backseat next to my wifeHeadin’ straight on in to the afterlifeI’m leanin’ to the left, got my head in her lap Oh Lord, I’ve been led into some kind of a trap Well, we ask no quarter and no quarter do we giveWe’re right down the street from the street where you liveThey mutilated his body and they took out his brainWhat more could they do? They piled on the painBut his soul was not there, where it was supposed to be atFor the last fifty years, they’ve been searching for thatFreedom, oh freedom, freedom over need I hate to tell ya, mister, but only dead men are free Send me some lovin’, tell me no lie  Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on byWake up little Suzie, let’s go for a drive  Cross the Trinity River, let’s keep open-eyed Turn the radio on, don’t touch the dials Parkland hospital only six more miles You got me Dizzy, Miss Lizzy; ya fill me with lead That magic bullet of yours has gone to my headI’m just a patsy like Patsy Cline Never shot anyone from in front or behind Got blood in my eye, got blood in my ear  I’m never gonna make it to the new frontier9:Zapruder’s film I’ve seen right beforeSeen it 33 times, maybe moreIt’s vile and deceitful, it’s cruel and it’s meanUgliest thing that you ever have seenThey killed him once and they killed him twiceKilled him like a human sacrificeThe day that they killed him someone said to me,‘Son, The Age of the Antichrist has just only begun’Air Force One comin’ in through the gateJohnson sworn in at two thirty-eightLemme know when you decide to throw in the towelIt is what it is, and it’s murder most foul10:What’s new, pussycat? What’d I say?I said the soul of a nation been torn awayAnd it’s beginning to go into a slow decay And that it’s 36 hours past Judgement Day Wolfman Jack, he’s speaking in tongues He’s going on and on at the top of his lungs  Play me a song, Mr Wolfman JackPlay it for me in my long CadillacPlay me that only the good die youngTake me to the place Tom Dooley was hung The Saint James infirmary in the court of King JamesIf you wanna remember, you better write down the namesPlay Etta James too, play ‘I’d rather go blind’ Play it for the man with a telepathic mind Play John Lee Hooker, play ‘Scratch my back’Play it for that strip club owner named Jack Guitar Slim goin’ down slowPlay it for me and for Marilyn MonroePlay ‘Please, don’t let me be misunderstood’  Play it for the First Lady, she ain’t feeling any good Play Don Henley, play Glenn FreyTake it to the limit and let it go byPlay it for Carl Wilson, tooLooking far, far away down Galloway Avenue Play tragedy, play twilight time Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crimePlay another one, and ‘Another one bites the dust’ Play the old rugged cross and In God We TrustRide the pink horse down that long lonesome roadStand there and wait for his head to explodePlay Mystery Train for Mr Mystery The man who fell down dead like a rootless treePlay it for the reverend, play it for the pastorPlay it for the dog that got no masterPlay Oscar Peterson, play Stan GetzPlay Blue Sky, play Dicky BettsPlay Art Pepper, Thelonious MonkCharlie Parker and all-a that junkAll that junk and ‘All-a that jazz ‘Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz Play Buster Keaton, play Harold LloydPlay Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy FloydPlay the numbers, play the oddsPlay ‘Cry me a river’ for the Lord of the GodsPlay Number 9, play Number 6Play it for Nancy and Stevie KnicksPlay Nat King Cole, play ‘Nature Boy’Play ‘Down in the Boondocks’ for Terry Malloy  Play ‘It happened one night’ and ‘One night of sin’There’s 12 million souls that are listenin’ in Play ‘Merchant of Venice’, play ‘Merchants of Death’Play ‘Stella by Starlight’ for Lady MacbethDon’t worry, Mr President, help’s on the way Your brothers are comin’, there’ll be hell to pay ‘Brothers, what brothers? What’s this about hell?’Tell ‘em we’re waiting, keep coming, we’ll get them as well’Love Field is where his plane touched downBut it never did get back up off the groundWas a hard act to follow, second to noneThey killed him on the altar of the rising sunPlay Misty for me and that Old Devil Moon Play Anything Goes and Memphis in JunePlay ‘Lonely at the Top’ and ‘Lonely Are the Brave’Play it for Houdini spinning around in his grave Play Jelly Roll Morton, play Lucille Play deep in a dream and play driving wheelPlay Moonlight Sonata in F sharp And the key to the highway for the king of the harp Play Marching through Georgia and Dumbarton’s drums Play darkness and death will come when it comesPlay ‘Love me or leave me’ by the great Bud Powell Play the Bloodstained Banner, play Murder Most Foul