Lyrics

Lyndon Johnson’s best intentions
Could fill up a library there’s too many to mention
But fighting the good fight is never easy
In the shadow of a martyred John F Kennedy

You had your shackles, didn’t you Lyndon?
You had your battles, you just couldn’t win them
One thing, thought, that’s still a mystery
Is why you ain’t
Written up in history like some
Tragic American saint
Think we should pay attention to
Lyndon Johnson’s best intentions
Lyndon Johnson’s best intentions

Lyndon Johnson’s best intentions
Instrumental in the policy of race relations
Wonder sometimes how the hell a Democrat
Got the rednecks to vote through the Civil Rights Act
You had your shackles, didn’t you Lyndon?
You had your battles, you just couldn’t win them
One thing, thought, that’s still a mystery
Is why you ain’t
Written up in history like some
Tragic American saint
Think we should pay attention to
Lyndon Johnson’s best intentions
Lyndon Johnson’s best intentions

Oh there was no shelter
The Mekong Delta
Beamed in via satellite
TV news every night
Public opinion when
You’re sending children
To fight an unwinnable war
If you’d have sat down at the table with Ho Chi Minh
Would you’ve been able to talk some sense to him?

You had your shackles, didn’t you Lyndon?
You had your battles, you just couldn’t win them
One thing, thought, that’s still a mystery
Is why you ain’t
Written up in history like some
Tragic American saint
Think we should pay attention to
Lyndon Johnson’s best intentions
Lyndon Johnson’s best intentions