i may be hung...that much i know
i must hide out...and just...lay...low
while at the show...your brains, i blew
they may catch me...but abe, boy...i got you

abe...i shot you, abe...i shot you, abe

they say my slug...sure made a dent
you're dead, i've learned...the hounds are on my scent
i guess that's so....but i'm yet uncaught
but at least i'm sure...that you, at last, were got

abe...i shot you, abe...i shot you, abe

i spent hours...on this thing
plans, i drew...killed you in spring
some folks are sad
some are down
and some barely cared
if your ass went down

you've had your day...and now, so long
but i don't care...i thought your ways were wrong
and so i hatched...a plan, divine
and though my days, i'm countin'...i don't mind

abe...i shot you, abe...i shot you, abe

i shot you...to save the land
i shot you...i think its grand
i shot you...twas up to me
i shot you...most fatally
i shot you...one april night
i shot you...and then took flight
i shot you...i feel no woe
i shot you..in fact, i crow

i shot you, abe
i shot you, abe
i shot you, abe

i...shot...you...abe

i shot you, abe
i shot you, abe
i shot you, abe