Kennedy

He came to Dallas just the other day,
He rode through the city, in a motorcade,
He went on by, without being aware,
Of the guns on the hill,
And in the buildings up there.

And then Mrs, Connelly said to him,
You can't say Dallas doesn't love you Jack ,
You can't say Dallas doesn't love.

Kennedy was a great President,
But we'll never know where his assassins went,
The government said Lee acted alone,
Not one gun did he ever own,
Not one gun did he own.

The crowd roared by when the shots rang out,
But they didn't know what the noise was about,
Six seconds later, he slumped on down,
Never ever again to move around.

The man in front of John Kennedy saw him fall
And yelled oh my God! they'll kill us all
Oh my God! they'll kill us all!

In nineteen hundred and sixty-three,
Five shots killed John Kennedy,
They shot Lee dead and denied him a trail,
And they established a code of denial.

As I think of what happened in sixty-three,
I think Oswald was a patsy.

The funeral lasted for four days,
The cars went down on their usual way
The cars went by one-three and four
To where he will rest forever more.

One thing I think is really sad,
JFK's kids grew up with no dad,
And America lost a favorite son,
All for a war that was never won.