Of things not gettin' worse
The Republicans drink whiskey neat
And thanked their lucky stars
They said, "He cannot seek another term
There'll be no more FDRs"
I sat home in Tennessee
Staring at the screen
With an uneasy feeling in my chest
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
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 roll
Now I'm stuck here in this town
So come back Woody Guthrie
Come back to us now
Tear your eyes for paradise
And rise again some how
If you run into Jesus
Maybe he can help you out
Come back Woody Guthrie to us now
There's foxes in the hen house
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 you and me and Cisco know
It's going straight to hell
So come back, Emma Goldman
Rise up, old Joe Hill
The barricades are goin' 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 for paradise
And rise again some how
Taneytown
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I went down to Taneytown, I went down to Taneytown
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To see what I could see
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My mama told me never go, I'm damned near twenty-two years old
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Sometimes I feel this hollow swallowing me
She went off to Gettysburg, went off with that new beau of hers
I snuck off after dark
It's a long way down the Canny Road, the stars were bright and the moon was low
Down where the blacktop highway starts
I went down to Taneytown, I went down to Taneytown
I went down to see what I could see
Now everybody stared at me, you'd think that they ain't never seen
A colored boy before
Well, they jumped at me and they called me names
They'd a whupped me sure, but the sheriff came
I slipped off, ran through the drygoods store
I ran down Division Street, but some of them boys followed me
Down to the railroad track
There was four of them and I came five, but I got my old Randall knife
I cut that boy and I never did look back
I went down to Taneytown, I went down to Taneytown
I went down to see what I could see
Across the fields and woods I run, like a bullet from a rabbit gun
Back home to my bed
Ma came back from Gettysburg, her and that new beau of hers
Boy you look like hell, was all she said
A month went by without a word, someone down in the hollow heard
About that boy they hung
He begged those men to spare his life, but I dropped my bloody Randall knife
He picked it up, so they thought he was the one
I went down to Taneytown, I went down to Taneytown
I ain't going back there anymore
Telephone Road
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My brother Jimmy, my other brother Jack
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They went down to Houston and they never came back
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Mama wasn't going to let her baby go yet
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But there ain't nobody hiring back in Lafayette
Working all week for the Texaco check
Sun beating down on the back of my neck
Tried to save my money but Jimmy says no
Says he's got a little honey on Telephone Road
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Come on, come on, come on, let's go
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This ain't Louisiana, your mama won't know
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Come on, come on, come on, let's go
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Everybody's rocking out on Telephone Road
Telephone Road is ten miles long
Fifty car lots and a hundred honky-tonks
Jukebox is blasting and the beer bottles ring
Jimmy banging on the pinball machine
Come on, come on, come on, let's go
This ain't Louisiana, your mama won't know
Come on, come on, come on, let's go
Everybody's rocking out on Telephone Road
Mama never told me about nothing like this
I guess Houston's about as big as the city can get
Sometimes I get lonesome for Lafayette
Some day I'm going home, but I ain't ready yet
Come on, come on, come on, let's go
This ain't Louisiana, your mama won't know
Come on, come on, come on, let's go
Everybody's rocking out on Telephone Road
You Know The Rest
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Moses went up to the mountain
To see what he could see
Well he come down talking 'bout a burning bush
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Says "This is how it's gonna be"
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He's scared to death
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You know the rest
Columbus went down to the ocean
In 1492
He said, "Boys, I'm looking for India
But America will do"
Sailed to the west
You know the rest
Davey Crockett went out to Texas
To fight at the Alamo
Old Will Travis never told him
Texas is in Mexico
It's a bloody mess
You know the rest
Robert Johnson went down to the crossroads
A guitar in his hands
Well, the devil had him a guitar, too
He says "This is what you need man
You can be the best"
You know the rest
Well this song ain't got no reason
Hell this song barely rhymes
Well it come to me when I was asleep
And it wakes me up sometimes
I can't get no rest
You know the rest
Fort Worth Blues
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In Fort. Worth all the neon's burnin' bright
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Pretty lights red and blue
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But they'd shut down all the honky-tonks tonight
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And say a prayer or two if they only knew
You used to say the highway was your home
But we both know that ain't true
It's just the only place a man can go
When he don't know where he's travelin' to
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But Colorado's always clean and healin'
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And Tennessee in spring is green and cool
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It never really was your kind of town
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But you went around with the Ft. Worth Blues
Somewhere up beyond the great divide
Where the sky is wide and the clouds are few
A man can see his way clear to the light
Just hold on tight, that's all you gotta do
And they say Texas weather's always changin'
And one thing change 'll bring is somethin' new
And Houston really ain't that bad a town
So you hang around with the Ft. Worth Blues
There's a full moon over Galway Bay tonight
Silver light over green and blue
And every place I travel through, I find
Some kinda sign that you've been through
But Amsterdam was always good for grieving
And London never fails to leave me blue
And Paris never was my kinda town
So I walked around with the Ft. Worth Blues
