The Disunited Nation Blues

In seventeen eighty-eight,

Our fore-fathers had a debate

That connected every state.

Not every one agreed, but put aside their greed.

Our nation united, it was decided

That together we might be great.

I’ve got the disunited nation blues.

Our government wishes to lose

The thing that kept us together all these years.

They don’t represent people’s views,

And would rather be on the news.

It’s so sad and sometimes brings me to tears.

I’ve got the disunited nation blues.

In eighteen sixty, the South

Opened their oppressive mouth,

And decided that they wanted out.

People preferred to die than to say they would try

To have prosperity without slavery.

Together, we have more clout.

I’ve got the disunited nation blues.

Our government wishes to lose

The thing that kept us together all these years.

They don’t represent people’s views,

And would rather be on the news.

It’s so sad and sometimes brings me to tears.

I’ve got the disunited nation blues.

Then came the twenty-first century.

The government festered in its lechery,

More concerned about its own treachery.

The people they stood for, “What were they good for?”

Lies could sway an election, “What good is selection?”

“Look there. I can get the keys to the treasury.”

I’ve got the disunited nation blues.

Our government wishes to lose

The thing that kept us together all these years.

They don’t represent people’s views,

And would rather be on the news.

It’s so sad and sometimes brings me to tears.

I’ve got the disunited nation blues.

Do they represent your thought or your views?

Are they too worried about the news?

What would they do if they lose?

Let’s give them the disunited nation blues.