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Christmas in Washington



It was Christmastime in Washington

The Democrats rehearsed

Gettin’ into gear

For 4 more years of things not gettin’ worse

The Republicans drank whiskey Neat

And thanked their lucky stars

They said “He cannot seek another term

There’ll be no more FDR’s”

I sat home in Tennessee

Starin’ at the screen

With an uneasy feeling in my chest

And wondering what it means


So come back Woody Guthrie

Come back to us now

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


I followed in your father’s footsteps once

Back in my travelin’ days somewhere

I failed to find your trail

Now I’m stumblin’ through the haze

And a man can’t get around

So I sold my soul for wheels that roll

Now I’m stuck here in this town

There’s foxes in the henhouse

Cows out in the corn

The unions have been busted

Their proud red banners torn

To listen to the radio you’d think that all was well

But you and me and Cisco know it’s going straight to hell


So come back Emma Goldman

Rise up old Joe Hill

The barricades are going up

And they cannot break our will

Come back to us Malcom X and Martin Luther King

We’re marchin’ into Selma as the bells of freedom ring





 











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