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christmastime in washington
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it was 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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of things not gettin' worse
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the republicans drank whiskey neat
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and they thanked their lucky stars
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they said "he can not seek another term
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they'll be no more f.d.r.s"
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i sat home in tennessee
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just starin' at the screen
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an uneasy feelin' in my chest
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just wonderin' 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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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 us out
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come back woody guthrie
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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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there's killers on the highway now
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and a man can't get around
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so i just sold my soul for wheels that roll
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now i'm stuck here in this town
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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 us out
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come back woody guthrie
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to us now
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see there's foxes in the henhouse
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and there's cows out in the corn
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the unions have been busted
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and their proud red banners torn
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but if you listen to the radio
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they'll tell you all is well
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but you and me and cisco know
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it's goin' 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 barricades 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 marchin' into selma
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while the bells of freedom ring
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and 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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christmastime in washington
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