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
Chorus
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
Chorus