Shining Mr. Lincoln's Shoes

He's a temporary contract man

Since the union lost its clout

Got no meds or benefits

He's living hand to mouth

In the shadow of the monument

He finally paid his dues

Dying of a heart attack

While shining mr. lincolns shoes

There's them that got the money

And then there's them that ain't

Theres them that's smelling roses

There's them that's huffing paint

Honest abe he never blinked

As his servant hit the ground

Another soldier sacrificed

Missing line

In the shadow of the monument

With those mop-n-bucket blues.

His soul sang sweet surrender

While shining mr. lincoln's shoes.