The September Tune

The Capitol Hill is cold and gray, the end of the month ain't far away Speaker McCarthy, he wrings his hands, can't get his own to understand They're drawing lines down in the House, quiet as a frightened mouse While the government clock is tickin' low, a shutdown wind begins to blow Oh, the wheel it turns, the story's told, in ink and fiber, new and old From the halls of power to the factory floor, I've heard this song and a hundred more

The sun comes up, the news is read, another page of what's been said Down in Detroit, a different fight, beneath the glare of factory light The UAW, they walk the line, for a better deal and a little time Against the giants, the Big Three, sayin' 'what's for you, ain't what's for me?' They want their share of the profits made, a promise broken, a trust betrayed Oh, the wheel it turns, the story's told, in ink and fiber, new and old

From the halls of power to the factory floor, I've heard this song and a hundred more The sun comes up, the news is read, another page of what's been said And the President stands on a world-wide stage, tryin' to turn a history page Talkin' 'bout a war on a distant plain, while folks at home are feelin' the strain The Fed keeps rates up in the sky, makes a working man just wonder why His dream of a home is a fading prayer, lost in the thin September air

Oh, the wheel it turns, the story's told, in ink and fiber, new and old From the halls of power to the factory floor, I've heard this song and a hundred more The sun comes up, the news is read, another page of what's been said