Lyrics Our American Cousin - Molly Lewis
Well
here
we
are,
Ford
Theater
Wow,
this
is
pretty
awesome
I
don't
know
what
this
play
is
But
I
don't
really
care
Cause
oh
my
word
I
can't
believe
the
president
is
here
I
can't
see
him,
but
I
know
he's
sitting
up
there
When
Harper's
Weekly
runs
his
picture
I
like
to
keep
it
I
like
to
tear
it
out
But
my
husband
doesn't
like
it
when
I
do
this
Says
he
only
has
so
much
patience
And
I
might
just
wear
it
out
Now
the
play
has
started
But
my
head
is
somewhere
else
The
way
he
freed
the
slaves
or
something,
that's
so
dreamy
I
wonder
what
his
view
is
like
from
way
up
in
that
box
If
I
turn
in
my
seat
this
way,
no
maybe
this
way
He
might
see
me
He'll
be
like
who's
that
fetching
beauty
And
I'll
wave
and
be
like
hi
And
I'll
run
off
with
him
and
we'll
have
tons
of
babies
And
we'll
live
in
a
log
cabin
and
I'll
stay
home
and
brush
his
hair
And
my
husband
here
can...
What
was
that
noise?
He's
a
tyrant
and
a
crook
If
you
just
take
a
closer
look
You
can
see
the
lies
just
dripping
from
his
mouth
He
suffocated
half
the
land
With
his
long
and
bony
hand
He
doesn't
give
a
damn
about
the
south
He
robbed
us
all
of
house
and
home
And
then
he
left
us
all
alone
It
is
obvious
the
deed
that
must
be
done
Can't
be
trusted
with
the
power
And
now
the
clock
has
struck
the
hour
I
act
on
the
behalf
of
everyone
And
I'll
liberate
my
country
Unseat
the
despot
The
old
rule
will
vanish
I
will
turn
the
page
of
history
We'll
get
a
new
start...
Sic
semper
tyrannis!
Ow
my
foot...
geez
I
don't
like
this
play
All
the
actors
stink
And
the
laughs
are
cheap
I've
been
out
all
day
I
just
want
to
eat
I
just
want
to
sleep
Its
my
second
term
Its
a
fragile
peace
Hope
it
stays
around
My
resolve
is
firm
I
have
made
this
bed
Now
I
must
lie
down
My
nation
has
come
a
long
way
And
today
our
many
states
may
stand
united
It
was
a
heavy
price
we
had
to
pay
And
I
hope
our
efforts
don't
go
unrequited
Time
has
not
been
kind,
we
lost
thousands
of
boys
I
lost
two
of
my
own
North
and
South
combined
In
an
orgy
of
violence
like
none
we
have
known
Such
a
war
was
fought
Brothers
fought
against
brothers
on
my
command
But
was
it
for
naught
When
the
slaves
are
all
free
in
a
more
perfect
land
My
first
term
went
by
so
fast
And
so
far
I'm
thankful
for
the
years
I've
had
The
war
is
now
in
the
past
And
this
play
really
isn't
half
bad...
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