Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Votin Day Blues

Them Vote for Hill'ry Blues

Goin down to vote for Hill'ry,
Hill'ry Clinton, she's my man.
Goin down to vote for Hill'ry,
Hill'ry Clinton, she's my man.
Anybody trump the racists,
Hill'ry Clinton surely can.

Well it couldn't go no lower,
Any lower an I'd cry.
No it couldn't go no lower,
Any lower fit to die.
When the bastards take it low--oh yes they do--
That's the time for we get high.

Oh, Jill Stein is a truth-teller,
Bernie Sanders, he is too.
Yes, Jill Stein is a truth-teller,
Liz'beth Warren,  she is too.
But when it's time to count the ballots--oh, Lord--
Hill'ry got to make it through.

She got POTUS at the right hand
She got FLOTUS up there too,
She got Jesus an the angels tell me,
Woman, got to vote for you

Down for Hill'ry,
Hill'ry Clinton, she's my man.
Ain't nobody else can trump that Trump--no they can't--
An Trump--he's a dirty low-down cheatin beatin kinda man.

Oh, Lordie, got them vote for Hill'ry blues


1 comment:

  1. A mournful lament if there ever was one.

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