Abie Baby - Fourscore Lyrics

Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll
weevils and all,
and pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' mother's oats in
grease. I's
free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln, emancipator of
the slaves.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fuckin-pator of the

Four score
I said four score and seven years ago, our forefathers
Brought forth upon this here continent a new nation
Conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the one I love
Dedicated to the proposition
That all men, honey, I tell you all men
Are created equal

Happy birthday, Abie baby,
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, Abie baby,
Happy birthday to you

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