| Lyric | H or 1 |
|---|
| You will come of age with our young nation—we’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make it right for you | |
| Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? | |
| Molasses to rum to slaves, oh what a beautiful waltz | |
| But someone’s got to keep the American promise—you simply must meet Thomas | |
| Best of wives and best of women | |
| Write to me with sentimental effusion, let me revel in romantic illusion | |
| Look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit—I’m helpless | |
| So this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level | |
| Compliments of the Concord Ladies Coffee Club, and the Sisterhood of the Truro Synagogue | |
| Is anybody there? Does anybody care? Does anybody see what I see? | |
| Will someone shut that man up? | |
| Them soldiers, they fired—oh ma, did we run | |
| We'll never be truly free until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me | |
| Sit down, John, you fat mother—[bleep] | |
| When our children tell our story, they'll tell the story of tonight | |
| Maybe we can solve one problem with another and win a victory for the Southerners | |
| Careful how you proceed, good man—intemperate indeed, good man | |
| I want to talk about what I have learned, the hard-won wisdom I have earned | |
| I am, as I ever was and ever shall be, yours | |
| For I have crossed the Rubicon, let the bridge be burned behind me, come what may, come what may! | |
| And just as Tom here has written, though the shell may belong to Great Britain, the eagle inside belongs to us | |
| For God's sake, John, sit down! | |
| I'm obnoxious and disliked, you know that, sir | |
| You’re going to need congressional approval and you don’t have the votes | |
| Got to start a new nation, got to meet my son | |
| Say I died, loving bride, loving wife, loving life | |
| The things I write are only light extemporanea—I won't put politics on paper, it's a mania | |
| Social-Lee, political-Lee, financial-Lee, natural-Lee, internal-Lee, external-Lee, fraternal-Lee | |
| You and your words flooded my senses, your sentences left me defenseless | |
| We have land, cash in hand, self-command, future planned | |
| For I have crossed the Rubicon, let the bridge be burned behind me, come what may, come what may! | |
| Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? | |
| Maybe we can solve one problem with another and win a victory for the Southerners | |
| Look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit—I’m helpless | |
| Say I died, loving bride, loving wife, loving life | |
| Sit down, John, you fat mother—[bleep] | |
| For God's sake, John, sit down! | |
| The things I write are only light extemporanea—I won't put politics on paper, it's a mania | |
| But someone’s got to keep the American promise—you simply must meet Thomas | |
| Got to start a new nation, got to meet my son | |
| Molasses to rum to slaves, oh what a beautiful waltz | |
| You’re going to need congressional approval and you don’t have the votes | |
| I want to talk about what I have learned, the hard-won wisdom I have earned | |
| So this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level | |
| I'm obnoxious and disliked, you know that, sir | |
| We have land, cash in hand, self-command, future planned | |
| Write to me with sentimental effusion, let me revel in romantic illusion | |
| You and your words flooded my senses, your sentences left me defenseless | |
| Will someone shut that man up? | |
| Careful how you proceed, good man—intemperate indeed, good man | |
| You will come of age with our young nation—we’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make it right for you | |
| We'll never be truly free until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me | |
| Them soldiers, they fired—oh ma, did we run | |
| Compliments of the Concord Ladies Coffee Club, and the Sisterhood of the Truro Synagogue | |
| I am, as I ever was and ever shall be, yours | |
| Best of wives and best of women | |
| When our children tell our story, they'll tell the story of tonight | |
| And just as Tom here has written, though the shell may belong to Great Britain, the eagle inside belongs to us | |
| Is anybody there? Does anybody care? Does anybody see what I see? | |
| Social-Lee, political-Lee, financial-Lee, natural-Lee, internal-Lee, external-Lee, fraternal-Lee | |
