NOTE: Hyphens indicate places where Bishop Perry Tillis used the guitar to finish a vocal line.
REFRAIN: Well, wan't it sad? President Kennedy's gone,
Wasn't it sad? Yeah, the man we trusted is done gone on, well
REFRAIN: Well, wasn't it --? President --, hoo
Wasn't it sad? Lord, the man we trusted is done gone on
Well, in nineteen hundred and sixty-three, just as God would have it to be
The man went out in Dallas, Tex', he was shot by a sniper where he was most respected
The 12:30 bell began to tone, the whole wide world was left to moan
REFRAIN: Lordy, wasn't -- ? President --, hoo,
Wasn't it sad? Lord, the man we trusted is done gone on
Well, Great God a'mighty while he was 'live, wife was faithful, she stuck by his side
All indication show that he was dead, in her lap she held his head
The bloody stocking that she had to wear, she grieved so much she didn't know they were there
REFRAIN: Lordy, wasn't -- ? President --, hoo,
Wasn't it sad? Lord, the man we trusted is done gone on
REFRAIN: Well-a, wasn't -- ? President --, hoo,
Wasn't it sad? Lord, the man we trusted is done
Well, 'bout 12:30, gettin' out of bed, I heard the news that the man was dead
Sot in grief and began to moan, our best president is done gone on
REFRAIN: Lordy, wasn't -- ? President --, hoo,
Wasn't it sad? Lord, the man we trusted is done gone on
REFRAIN: Well-a, wasn't -- ? President --, hoo,
Wasn't it sad? Lord, the man we trusted is done gone --