It's Christmas time in Washington The Democrats rehearsed Getting into gear for four more years Things not getting worse The Republicans drink whiskey neat And thanked their lucky stars They said, "He cannot seek another term They'll be no more FDRs" And I sat home in Tennessee Just staring at the screen With an uneasy feeling in my chest I'm wondering what it means So come back, Woody Guthrie Now, 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 traveling days Somewhere I failed to find your trail Now I'm stumbling 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 roll Now I'm stuck here in this town 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 us out Come back, Woody Guthrie To us now There's foxes in the henhouse Cows out in the corn The unions have been busted Their proud red banners torn To listen to the radio You'd think that all was well But yours and mine and Mr. Prine Knows it's going straight to hell So come back, Emma Goldman Rise up, old Joe Hill The barricades are going up They cannot break our will Come back to us, Malcolm X And Martin Luther King We're marching into Selma As the bells of freedom ring So come back, Woody Guthrie Come back to us now Tear your eyes from paradise And rise again somehow