By Steve Earle
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It's Christmas time in Washington
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The democrats rehearsed
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Gettin' into gear for four more years
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Things not gettin' worse
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Republicans drink whiskey neat
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And they thank their lucky stars
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Said he cannot seek another term
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They'll be no more FDRs
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I sat home in Tennessee
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Staring at the screen
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An uneasy feeling in my chest
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And I'm wondering what it means
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So come back Woody Guthrie
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Come back to us now
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Come tear your eyes from paradise
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And rise again somehow
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If you run into Jesus
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Maybe he can help you out
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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
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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
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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
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