I'm Sorry, Mr. Jefferson Lyrics

There was a time when I wasn't so old

When my mind was distracted with silver and gold

While others lie in bed counting their sheep

Sweet pennies and nickels sang me to sleep

Abraham Lincoln was quite the President

But his face to me meant only one cent

I'm sorry, Mr. Jefferson, I didn't know what you did

But I appreciated your help, you made me one big, rich kid

Weekend chores came, Mom expected a groan

But I simply smiled for the allowance she owed

But what could I do with the money she gave

She pays for my groceries, she pays for everything

Just a money-hungry child who could only save

The best place to hide the treasures I made

Sitting on my shelf in an old piggy bank

Years went by as I played the game

That old game of life adding wealth to my name

9 To 5, no sunlight all day

Once I thought it worth it for astronomical pay

My Mom asks, "Why, son?"... I draw a blank

I rush home to my room, destroy the old piggy bank

I'm sorry, Mr. Jefferson. I'm sorry, Honest Abe

Your presence is not needed, I'm a free man today

No paper, no coins of any kind

Will ever regain control of my mind

I'm a money-indifferent man, my heart is all mine

Yes, my heart has been saved