Abie Baby
Various Artists · Other Songs - Various Artists
and pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' mother's oats in grease. I's
free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the slaves.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fuckin-pator of the slaves.
Four score
I said four score and seven years ago
Oh sock it to 'em baby, you're sounding better all the time!
Our forefathers, I mean all our forefathers
Brought forth upon this here continent a new nation
Concieved, conceived like we all was
In liberty, and dedicated to the one I love
I mean dedicated to the proposition
That all men, honey, I tell you all men
Are created equal
Happy birthday, Abie baby,
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, Abie baby,
Happy birthday to you
Bang!
Bang? Ha ha. Shit, I'm not dying for no white man.
(Tell it like it is, baby.)
Abie Baby
Various Artists' "Abie Baby" is a traditional English-language folk recording that captures the essence of rural storytelling and communal singing. Often associated with the broader tradition of English folk music, the song reflects themes of hardship, resilience, and the shared experiences of ordinary people. As a piece of public domain or traditional material, it has been preserved and performed by countless artists over the decades, serving as a bridge between historical narratives and contemporary musical expression. The recording exemplifies the genre's focus on narrative depth and acoustic authenticity, inviting listeners to engage with the human condition through simple yet powerful melodies.