I drive a pickup truck
I listen to a country tune
I did not vote for Donald Trump
Though he promised me the moon
Now he in the White House
The tune is still the tune
The pickup truck still rolls along
But I have a sense of gloom
Our enemies are ecstatic
Our friends are at a loss
“How did the American People
Pick him to be their boss?”
Now Virginia may be blue
But a lot of folks are red
And like our friends and allies
There’re starting to feel the dread
Will the Dems become the heroes?
Will the young rise up and shout?
Will Congress awake from its money snooze?
And turn the rascal out?
The Dems are still the Dems
The young are all wired up
And as for dear old Congress
Its way beyond corrupt
Is our knight in shining armor
Don Quixote “Feel the Bern”?
The working man’s hero
Could it really be their turn?
In the end the thing that saves us
From this near disastrous flaw
Is not at all a mystery
It called the rule of law.
I drive a pickup truck
I listen to a country tune
I hope we can get this straightened out
And I hope we do it soon!