Christmas in Washington - Steve Earle

It’s Christmas time in Washington

The Democrats rehearsed

Getting into gear for four more years

Things not getting worse

The Republicans drink whiskey neat

And thanked their lucky stars

They said, «He cannot seek another term

They’ll be no more FDRs»

And I sat home in Tennessee

Just staring at the screen

With an uneasy feeling in my chest

I’m wondering what it means

So come back, Woody Guthrie

Now, 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 traveling days

Somewhere I failed to find your trail

Now I’m stumbling 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

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 us out

Come back, Woody Guthrie

To us now

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

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

So come back, Woody Guthrie

Come back to us now

Tear your eyes from paradise

And rise again somehow