christmas in washington

it's christmastime in washington

the democrats rehearsed

gettin' into gear for four more years

things not gettin' worse

the republicans drink whiskey neat

and thanked their lucky stars

they said

'he cannot seek another term

they'll be no more fdrs'

i sat home in tennessee

staring at the screen

with an uneasy feeling in my chest

and i'm wonderin' 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 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 now

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 hen house

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 barracades are goin' up

they cannot break our will

come back to us

malcolm x

and martin luther king

we're marching into selma

as the bells of freedom ring