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.