Abigail Madigan

Abigail Madigan, amputee, still believes she feels her knees And every night she dreams about her legs Where are they walking ? Where do they roam? In far off fields or distant foam Or are they an ornament on some mantelpiece She lost them on the northbound tracks, someone nudged her from the back And Abigail was pushed under the train She wanders round her dirty town and sees the misery all around And tells the world at the top of her voice So you want justice? Tell it to the sun History don't owe nothing to no one Abigail sees a helpless hood who's always felt misunderstood And wishes to God she could give him a kick in the pants Sees a prostitute pucker her lips and a fatherless son coming to grips And wriggles and chortles and sniggers her wheelchair past Laughs at a beggar and roars at a thief, frowns at happiness sneers at grief And nearly splits her sides at her two stumps Some say she's drunk, some say she's crazed but everyone just looks amazed When Abigail yells at the top of her voice So you want justice? Tell it to the sun History don't owe nothing to no one So you want justice? Tell it to the sun History don't owe nothing to no one So you want justice? You can tell it to the sun Cos you know, history don't owe nothing to no one Not you Not me No one No one So you want justice? Tell it to the sun History don't owe nothing to no one