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.