Christmas In Washington

By Steve Earle It's Christmas time 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 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 Repeat Chorus 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 (play like Chorus) 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 Repeat Chorus