It was Christmastime in Washington So come back Woody Guthrie I followed in your father’s footsteps once So come back Emma Goldman
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
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
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
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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