Elmo Lincoln
By Jack Ingram
 

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Elmo Lincoln was a friend of mine
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We used to throw papers every weekday afternoon
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He was makin’ some dough saving up for a bike
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I was layin low I was killin time on those weekday afternoons
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Well, our hands got black but we never got tired
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Till one day I quit and Elmo got fired
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We were free every weekday afternoon

 
We rode that bike that he’d worked for all year
Go down to the corner store, too young to want beer
But we’d buy some baseball cards, I’d give him my gum
Cause the s**t was too hard and I didn’t want none
It would always get dark and I’d make an excuse
Thinking he’d buy it But it was no use 
the sun never set down for Elmo Lincoln
Not For Elmo Lincoln

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I’ll never forget when old Elmo got stuck
Stealing caps from a kid he ran out of luck
We laughed at his nose but nobody had died
Just a little lost blood and a bit of bruised pride
You’d think he would quit but Elmo kept on
Just pissed his collection was gone
I guess I never really knew Elmo Lincoln
Elmo Lincoln, Elmo Lincoln, Elmo Lincoln
 
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Well, I’ll never let go the day I awoke from a call from a friend
It’d been years since we spoke
Elmo had been killed – run down in the night
By a train without end, a train without light
You think I would cry but never I did
Couldn’t help but smile just thinkin’ of that kid
That I used to run with – Elmo Lincoln