There Ain’t No Voting Our Way Out of This, Your Sunday Song.

There Ain’t No Voting Our Way Out of This
By John Wilder

Sittin’ on the porch with a rifle ‘cross my knee
Hearin’ the news spin lies like tumbleweeds
They tax us blind, send jobs across the sea
While the fat cats laugh in their ivory seats

We’ve hollered loud, we’ve marked our ballot true
But the game’s rigged tight, no red or blue
Ignore our children, the farmer and the mill
Bendin’ for billionaires on Capitol Hill

There ain’t no votin’ our way out of this
Ballot box broken, sealed with a Judas kiss
Washington’s forgotten the fire of ’76
Played into big money’s hands, now we’re in a fix

The spirit’s stirrin’, powder keg is lit
There ain’t no votin’ our way out of this

From sea to shinin’ sea, our voice is drowned
By lobby dollars, backroom deals downtown
They forgot the people who rose with pitchforks high
Men who fired the shot heard ’round the world that night

We tried the peaceful path, we marched and we prayed
But the chains get tighter every single day
Time to dust off the muskets, remember Lexington
The tree of liberty needs refreshin’, son

There ain’t no votin’ our way out of this
Ballot box broken, sealed with a Judas kiss
Washington’s forgotten the fire of ’76
Played into big money’s hands, now we’re in a fix
But the spirit’s stirrin’, powder keg is lit
There ain’t no votin’ our way out of this

We’ll stand like Washington at the Delaware’s edge
Cross that river again, make our solemn pledge
No more kneelin’ to kings in suits so fine
This land is ours, by God, it’s nearly time

There ain’t no votin’ our way out of this
But we’ll rise like eagles, clench our fist
Washington’s forgotten, but we remember well
The shot heard ’round the world ringin’ clear as hell
Revolution’s callin’ if you listen to what they say
There ain’t no votin’ our way out, we’ll have a new Independence Day

1776 . . . you can see it on the horizon