That Was The President                                he was slain, It's been carried over time and     
(Phil Ochs)                                           time again. And to the list of honor you may add  
                                                      another name. That was the President and that     
Oh, the bullets of the false revenge have struck      was the man.                                      
us once again, As the angry seas have struck                                                            
upon the sand. And it seemed as though a                                                                
friendless world had lost itself a friend, That                                                         
was the President and that was the man.                                                                 
                                                                                                        
Oh, I still can see him smiling there and                                                               
waving at the crowd, As he drove through the                                                            
music of the band. And never even knowin' no                                                            
more time would be allowed, Not for the                                                                 
President and not for the man.                                                                          
                                                                                                        
Here's a memory to share, here's a memory to                                                            
save, Of the sudden early ending of command. But                                                        
a part of you, a part of me is buried in his                                                            
grave. That was the President and that was the                                                          
man.                                                                                                    
                                                                                                        
It's not only for the leader that the sorrow hit                                                        
so hard, There are greater things I'll never                                                            
understand. How a man so filled with life even                                                          
death was caught off guard, That was the                                                                
President and that was the man.                                                                         
                                                                                                        
Everything he might have done and all he could                                                          
have been, Was proven by the  troubled                                                                  
traitor's hand. For what other death could wound                                                        
the hearts of so many men? That was the                                                                 
President and that was the man.                                                                         
                                                                                                        
Yes the glory that was Lincoln's never died when