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Christmas In Washington
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(Steve Earle)
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It's Christmastime 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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The Republicans drink whiskey neat
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And thanked their lucky stars
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They 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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With an uneasy feeling in my chest
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And I'm wonderin' what it means
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Chorus:
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So come back Woody Guthrie
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Come back to us now
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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
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I followed in your footsteps once
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Back in my travelin' days
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Somewhere I failed to find your trail
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Now I'm stumblin' through the haze
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But there's killers on the highway now
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And a man can't get around
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So I sold my soul for wheels that roll
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Now I'm stuck here in this town
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Chorus
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There's foxes in the hen house
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Cows out in the corn
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The unions have been busted
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Their proud red banners torn
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To listen to the radio
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You'd think that all was well
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But you and me and Cisco know
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It's going straight to hell
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So come back, Emma Goldman
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Rise up, old Joe Hill
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The barracades are goin' up
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They cannot break our will
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Come back to us, Malcolm X
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And Martin Luther King
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We're marching into Selma
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As the bells of freedom ring
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Chorus
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Christmas In Washington
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Steve Earle |