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   Mommas, don’t let your babies grow up to be Congress
   Don’t let ’em pick fights with Gibson, and ban them old trucks
   Don’t let ’em be Fake News, spin doctors, lawyers and such:
   Mama, don’t let your babies grow up to be Congress
   Their plan never works and they’re always such jerks
   Even with someone they love.

   Congress ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold
   They’d rather give you a song-and-dance for diamonds or gold
   If the Rust Belt buckles like their own faded levees
   Each sacrificed right begets a new (D).
   If you don’t understand them, and God forbid don’t die young
   They’ll probably take that right away, you see.

   Mommas, don’t let your babies grow up to be Congress
   Don’t let ’em pick fights over guitars and ban them old trucks
   Be Fake News, spin doctors, and lawyers and such:
   Mama, don’t let your babies grow up to be Congress
   Their plan never works and they’re always such jerks
   Schemin’ for the power they love.

   Congress likes smoky old back rooms and cleared calendar mornings
   Little warm puppies and children (by day) and girls of the night.
   Them that don’t know them won’t like them, and them that do
   Sometimes won’t know how to restrain them
   They ain’t “wrong,” just “mistaken,” but Gay Pride won’t let them
   Do things to make you think that there’re rights.
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2. Tonight’s history lesson…………

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   • https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWx2oQo-2I0

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