Lyrics:
It's Christmas time in WashingtonThe Democrats rehearsedGetting into gear for four more yearsA things not getting worseThe Republicans drink whiskey neatAnd thanked their lucky starsHe cannot seek another termThey'll be no more FDRI sat home in TennesseeStaring at the screenAn uneasy feeling in my chestI'm wondering what it meansSo come back Woody GuthrieCome back to us nowTear your eyes from paradiseAnd rise again somehowAnd if you run into JesusMaybe He can help you outCome back Woody GuthrieTo us nowI followed in your footsteps onceBack in my traveling daysBut somewhere I failed to find your trailNow I'm stumbling through the hazeBut there's killers on the highway nowAnd folks can't get aroundSo I sold my soul for wheels that rollNow I'm stuck here in this townSo come back Woody GuthrieCome back to us nowTear your eyes from paradiseAnd rise again somehowAnd if you run into JesusMaybe He can help us outCome back Woody GuthrieTo us nowThere's foxes in the hen house nowAnd cows out in the cornThe unions have been bustedAnd their proud banner's tornTo listen to the radioYou'd think that all was wellBut you and me and most folks knowIt's going straight to hellSo come back Mahatma GandhiAnd rise up, old Joe HillThe barricades are coming downAnd they cannot shake our willAnd come back to us, Malcolm XAnd Martin Luther KingWe're marching into SelmaAs the bells of freedom ringCome back Woody GuthrieCome back to us nowTear your eyes from paradiseAnd rise again somehow