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It’s Christmastime in Washington The Democrats rehearsed Gettin’ into gear for four more years Things not gettin’ worse Republicans drink whiskey neat And thanked their lucky stars They said, “He cannot seek another term They’ll be no more FDRs“ I sat home in Tennessee Just staring at the screen With an uneasy feeling in my chest I’m wonderin’ what it means So 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 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… © Steve Earle
