He came to Dallas just the other day,
He rode thru 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 you.
Kennedy was a great President,
But we'll never know where his assassins went,
And the government says Lee acted alone,
When not one gun did he ever own,
When 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 him had seen him fall,
And yelled Oh my God! they're gonna kill us all!
In nineteen hundred and sixty-three,
Five shots killed Mr.Kennedy,
They shot Lee dead and denied him a trial,
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 thier usual way,
The cars went by one-two-three and four,
To where he will rest forever more.
One thing I think is really sad,
Is the kids grew up without thier dad,
And America lost a favorite son,
And all for a war that was never won.
Michael Juneau
