Yes, I's finished on y'all farm lands
With yo' boll weevils and all,
Pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' mother's oats in grease.
I's free now, thanks to yo',
Massa Lincoln, emacipator of the slaves.
Yes, I's finished on y'all farm lands
With yo' boll weevils and all,
Pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' mother's oats in grease.
I's free now, thanks to yo',
Massa Lincoln, emacipator of the slaves.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fuckin-pator of the slaves.
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah emanci-mother-fuckin-pator of the slaves
Four score and it's seven years ago
Our forefathers
Brought forth upon this here continent a new nation
Concieved, in liberty, and dedicated to the one I love
Dedicated to the proposition
That all men, all men, all men
Are created equal
Happy birthday, Abie baby,
Happy birthday to you - yay
Happy birthday, Abie baby,
Happy birthday to you - yay
Happy birthday, Abie baby,
Happy birthday to you - oh yeah
Happy birthday, Abie baby,
Happy birthday to you - bang
Writer(s): James Rado, Gerome Ragni, Galt Mac Dermot
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