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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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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 |