Lyr Req: Christmas in Washington (Steve Earle)

Subject: Steve Earle's Xmas in Washington
From:
Date: 06 Mar 01 - 04:42 PM

I'm about to play the 4 year old song "Christmas in Washington" as a nostalgia kick off song about the 60's. Near the end Steve sings: "So come back Amagota (sp?) and rise up old Joe Hill." I know the Joe Hill reference. But what's Amagota, Amagoda? And just correct spelling won't be good enuf. Who or what does that word refer to? Thanks

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Steve Earle's Xmas in Washington
From: Sorcha
Date: 06 Mar 01 - 05:29 PM

I have no clue, but I did find out that "amagoda" is a Zulu tribal hair style.........

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Steve Earle's Xmas in Washington
From: Sorcha
Date: 06 Mar 01 - 05:33 PM

Lyrics here. It's "Emma Goldman", now I'm off to find out who she is/was.........toodle oo.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Steve Earle's Xmas in Washington
From: Sorcha
Date: 06 Mar 01 - 05:35 PM

Emma Goldman Papers American radicalist and feminist. Cool!

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Steve Earle's Xmas in Washington
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 06 Mar 01 - 05:36 PM

It's "Emma Goldman", who was, I believe, a labor leader in the 30s.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Steve Earle's Xmas in Washington
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 06 Mar 01 - 05:37 PM

Uh, like Sorcha said

Subject: Lyr Add: CHRISTMAS IN WASHINGTON (Steve Earle)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 11 Feb 08 - 12:52 AM

Lyrics copied from here:

CHRISTMAS IN WASHINGTON
Steve Earle

It was Christmastime in Washington. The Democrats rehearsed,
Getting into gear for four more years of things not getting worse.
The Republicans drank whiskey neat and thanked their lucky stars.
They said, "He cannot seek another term. There'll be no more FDR's."
And I sat home in Tennessee starin' at the screen
With an uneasy feeling in my chest and wondering 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 traveling 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 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 you and me and Cisco know it's goin' 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 marchin' into Selma as the bells of freedom ring.