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Joan Baez - Broadcasts Vol. 11 - Christmas in Washington
Broadcasts Vol. 11
Disc 1
01. The Night Inside Me
02. When It Comes to You
03. Jerusalem
04. Beautifully Broken
05. Something's Coming
06. Black Eyed Man
07. Save It for a Rainy Day
08. Cathedral
09. I See You
10. Save Me
11. Former Glory
12. How Good It Can Get
13. The World Is What You Make It
14. Waiting for a Train
15. The Captain
16. This Train
17. Christmas in Washington
18. Sorry
19. Love Is Everywhere
Disc 2
01. There Will Come a Day
02. Handouts in the Rain
03. My Dog and Me
04. World Without Tears
05. When It's Good
06. Six O'Clock News
07. Shape I'm In
08. Truth No. 2
09. Foreclose on the House of Love
10. Honey and the Moon
11. Calico & Rainbows
12. Smoothie Song
13. True to Myself
14. Streets of Sin
15. Man Over
16. Long Distance Call
17. The Road So Long
18. Heaven (acoustic)
19. Orange Sky
Christmas In Washington Lyrics
Steve Earle

It's Christmastime in Washington
The Democrats rehearsed
Gettin' into gear for four more years
Things not gettin' worse
The Republicans drink whiskey neat
And thanked their lucky stars
They said, 'He cannot seek another term
They'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

So 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 you out
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

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 barracades 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