Stephen Sondheim, John Treacy Egan, Harris Doran - The Ballad of Booth

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Ladies and gentlemen\nThe President of the United States\nAbraham Lincoln\nSic Semper Tyrannis!\n(Sic Semper Tyrannis!)\nSomeone tell the story,\nSomeone sing the song.\nEvery now and then\nThe country\nGoes a little wrong.\nEvery now and then\nA madman’s\nBound to come along.\nDoesn’t stop the story-\nStory’s pretty strong.\nDoesn’t change the song…\nJohnny Booth was a handsome devil,\nGot up in his rings and fancy silks.\nHad him a temper but kept it level.\nEverybody called him Wilkes.\nWhy did you do it, Johnny?\nNobody agrees.\nYou who had everything,\nWhat made you bring\nA nation to its knees?\nSome say it was your voice had gone,\nSome say it was booze.\nSome say you killed a country, John,\nBecause of bad reviews.\nJohnny lived with a grace and glitter.\nKind of like the lives he lived on stage.\nDied in a barn in pain and bitter\nTwenty-seven years of age.\nWhy did you do it, Johnny,\nThrow it all away?\nWhy did you do it, boy,\nNot just destroy\nThe pride and joy\nOf Illinois,\nBut all the U.S.A.\nYour brother made you jealous, John,\nYou couldn’t fill his shoes.\nWas that the reason, tell us, John-\nAlong with bad reviews.\nDamn!\nThey’re coming! They’ll be here any minute!\nI need your help.\nI’ve got to write this, I can’t hold the pen\nJohnny, they’ve found us!\nWe’ve got to get out of here!\nNot till I finish this.\nJohnny-\nNo!\nHave you seen these papers?\nDo you know what they’re calling me?!\nA common cutthroat! A hired assassin!\nThis one says I’m mad!\nWe must have been mad to think\nwe could kill the president and get away with it!\nWe did get away with it!\nHe was a bloody tyrant and we brought him down\nAnd I will not have history think I did it for a bag of gold\nor in some kind of rabid fit!\nJohnny we have to go-\nNo! I have to make my case!\nI need you to take it down!\nWe don’t have time!\nTake it down.\nAn indictment\nOf the former President of the United States,\nAbraham Lincoln, who is herein charged\nwith the following high crimes and misdemeanors.\nThey say your ship was sinking, John…\nThat you did ruthlessly provoke a war between the States,\nwhich cost some six hundred thousand\nof my countrymen their lives. Two:\nYou’d started missing cues…\nThat you did silence your critics in the North,\nby hurling them into prison without benefit of charge or trial. Three-\nThey say it wasn’t Lincoln, John.\nShut up! Three-\nYou’d merely had a slew of bad reviews\nI said shut up!\nBooth! I have fifty soldiers out here Booth!\nGive yourselves up or we’ll set fire to the barn!\nDon’t shoot! I’m coming out!\nNo!\nI have given my life for one act, do you understand?\nDo not let history rob me of its meaning.\nPass on the truth! You’re the only one who can.\nPlease.\nHe said\n«Damn you Lincoln,\nYou had your way-\nTell’em, boy!\nWith blood you drew out\nOf blue and gray!"\nTell it all!\nTell them till they listen!\nHe said,\n«Damn you, Lincoln,\nAnd damn the day\nYou threw the 'U' out\nOf U.S.A!»\nHe said:\nHunt me down, smear my name,\nSay I did it for the fame,\nWhat I did was kill the man who killed my country.\nNow the Southland will mend,\nNow this bloody war can end,\nBecause someone slew the tyrant\nJust as Brutus slew the tyrant\nHe said:\nDamn you, Lincoln,\nYou righteous whore!\nTell’em!\nTell’em what he did!\nYou turned your spite into Civil War!\nTell’em!\nTell’em the truth!\nAnd more…\nTell’em, boy!\nTell them how it happened,\nHow the end doesn’t mean that it’s over,\nHow surrender is not the end!\nTell’em\nHow the country is not what it was,\nWhere there’s blood in the clover,\nHow the nation can never again\nBe the hope that it was.\nHow the bruises may never be healed,\nHow the wounds are forever,\nHow we gave up the field\nBut we still wouldn’t yield,\nHow the union can never recover\nFrom that vulgar,\nHigh and mighty\nNigger lover,\nNever!\nNever. Never. Never.\nNo, the country is not what it was.\nDamn my soul if you must,\nLet my body turn to dust,\nLet it mingle with the ashes of the country.\nLet them curse me to hell,\nLeave it to history to tell:\nWhat I did, I did well,\nAnd I did it for my country.\nLet them cry, «dirty traitor!»\nThey will understand it later\nThe country is not what it was…\nJohnny Booth was a headstrong fellow,\nEven he believed the things he said.\nSome called him noble, some said yellow.\nWhat he was was off his head.\nHow could you do it, Johnny,\nCalling it a cause?\nYou left a legacy\nOf butchery\nAnd treason we\nTook eagerly,\nAnd thought you’d get applause.\nBut traitors just get jeers and boos,\nNot visits to their graves,\nWhile Lincoln, who got mixed reviews,\nBecause of you, John, now gets only raves.\nDamn, you Johnny,\nYou paved the way\nFor other madmen\nTo make us pay.\nLots of madmen\nHave had their say\nBut only for a day.\nListen to the stories.\nHear it in the songs.\nAngry men\nDon’t write the rules\nAnd guns don’t right the wrongs.\nHurts a while,\nBut soon the country’s\nBack where it belongs,\nAnd that’s the truth.\nStill and all,\nDamn you Booth