Christmas In Washington  - Steve Earle

    It's Christmastime in Washington 
    The Democrats rehearsed
    Gettin' into gear for four more years
    Things not gettin' worse
    Republicans drink whiskey neat
    And they thank their lucky stars
    Said he cannot seek another term
    They'll be no more FDRs

    I sat home in Tennessee
    Staring at the screen
    An uneasy feeling in my chest
    And I'm wondering what it means

    So come back Woody Guthrie
    Come back to us now
    Come tear your eyes from paradise
    And rise again somehow
    If you run into Jesus
    Maybe he can help you out
    Come back Woody Guthrie to us now

    Followed in your footsteps once
    Back in my travelin' days
    Somewhere I failed to find your trail
    Now I'm stumblin' through the haze
    But there's killers on the highway
    And man can't get around
    So I sold my soul for wheels that roll
    And I'm stuck here in this town


    There's foxes in the hen house
    Cows out in the corn
    Unions have been busted
    The proud red banners torn
    But if you listen to the radio
    You'd think it all was real
    But you and me and Cisco know
    It's going straight to hell

    So come back Emma Goldman
    Rise up old Joe Hill
    The barracades are going up
    They cannot break our will
    Come back to us Malcolm X
    And Martin Luther King
    Marching into Selma
    While the bells of freedom ring



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