There is a serious point that brings us back to the start of this conversation - in a broad sense lyricists, songwriters, are intellectuals. So Come back Woody Guthrie and old Joe Hill (and Emma and Rosa for that matter.....
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<h1>Christmas In Washington Lyrics</h1>
<h2>by Steve Earle</h2>It's Christmastime in Washington<br>The Democrats rehearsed<br>Gettin' into gear for four more years<br>Things not gettin' worse<br>The Republicans drink whiskey neat <br>And thanked their lucky stars
<br>They said, 'He cannot seek another term<br>They'll be no more FDRs' <br>I sat home in Tennessee <br>Staring at the screen<br>With an uneasy feeling in my chest<br>And I'm wonderin' what it means<br><pre style="font-family: times new roman,serif;">
<font size="2"><br>Chorus:<br>So come back Woody Guthrie<br>Come back to us now<br>Tear your eyes from paradise<br>And rise again somehow<br>If you run into Jesus<br>Maybe he can help you out<br>Come back Woody Guthrie to us now
<br><br>I followed in your footsteps once<br>Back in my travelin' days<br>Somewhere I failed to find your trail<br>Now I'm stumblin' through the haze<br>But there's killers on the highway now<br>And a man can't get around
<br>So I sold my soul for wheels that roll<br>Now I'm stuck here in this town<br><br>Chorus<br><br>There's foxes in the hen house<br>Cows out in the corn<br>The unions have been busted<br>Their proud red banners torn<br>To listen to the radio
<br>You'd think that all was well<br>But you and me and Cisco know<br>It's going straight to hell<br><br>So come back, Emma Goldman<br>Rise up, old Joe Hill<br>The barracades are goin' up<br>They cannot break our will<br>
Come back to us, Malcolm X<br>And Martin Luther King<br>We're marching into Selma<br>As the bells of freedom ring<br><br>Chorus</font></pre><br>