If a song could be president
We’d vote for a melody
Even though he came from Canada
The First Lady would free her hips
They would show us where our country went wrong
Life would teach us to rehearse
Lightnin’ Hopkins and Patsy Cline
And we’d all have a part to play
Strum their guitars on the White House lawn
All the criminals would laugh and cry
If a song could be president
John Prine would run the FBI
Steve Earle would anchor the news
World leaders would listen to her
Half truths and hypocrisy
We’d make Neil Young a Senator
Till we found a key change
If a song could be president
The gospel choir would start to sway
Would be built on harmony
All our best foreign policy
Pull a microphone to her lips
Emmy Lou would be Ambassador
Pass it around on an MP3
Break our hearts with rhythm and blues
We’d fly a jukebox to the moon
Break out of this minor key
We could all add another verse
If a song could be president
All our founding fathers 45’s
We wouldn’t need an underachiever-in-chief
