Cool, New Political Song "State of The Union" by James McMurtry (Free Download)

Free Download of "State Of The Union" on the artist's website...

My brother's a fascist, lives in Palacios, fishes the pier every night
He holsters his glock in a double retention, he smokes while he waits for a bite
He don't like the Muslims, he don't like the Jews
He don't like the Blacks and he don't trust the news
He hates the Hispanics and alternative views, he'll tell you it's tough to be white

It's the state of the union I guess
It's always been iffy at best
We're all in the family, the cursed and the blessed
It's the state of the union I guess
We're all in the family, the cursed and the blessed
It's the state of the union I guess...

 “Every region of the United States seems to have its own way of Anglicizing, or rather, Americanizing Spanish names. There’s a town called Palacios on the Texas coast. Texans pronounce it ‘Palashuss,’ which just happens to kinda rhyme with ‘fascist.’ While there’s usually at least one in every town, I don’t know for a fact that there’s even one actual fascist residing in or near the town of Palacios, Texas. This song, like most of my songs, is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of any of my characters to actual persons, living or deceased, is just plain lucky.”

 "State of The Union" by James McMurtry


   G/C   G/B   G/A    G    G/D   D/F#   D    D/E        Em7            Em7
e|---3-----3-----3-----3-----3-----2-----2-----2----------3--------------3------|
B|---3-----3-----3-----3-----3-----3-----3-----3----------3--------------3------|
G|---0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----2-----2-----2----------0--------------0------|
D|---------------------------0-----------0----------------2--------------2------|
A|---3-----2-----0-------------------------------------------------------2------|
E|---------------------3-----------2-----------0-------------------------0------|


[Intro]
G/C  G/B  G/A  G
Em7  G/D
G/C  G/B  G/A  G

[Verse 1]
   G           G/B      G        G/B       G          G/B        D/F#
My brother's a fascist, lives in Palacios, fishes the pier every night
   D/F#         D          D/F#     D           D/F#            D           G
He holsters his glock in a double retention, he smokes while he waits for a bite
   G              G/D         G              G/D
He don't like the Muslims, he don't like the Jews
   G/C            G/B           G/A             Em7
He don't like the Blacks and he don't trust the news
   D            D/F#       D           D/F#         D             D/E      D/F# G
He hates the Hispanics and alternative views, he'll tell you it's tough to be white


[Verse 2]
   G          G/D            G           G/D          G             G/B        D/F#
My sister's a Christian, she likes to go fishin', she don't mind my brother at all
   D/F#        D           D/F#         D               D/F#        D            G
He puts her on redfish and flounder and trout, and they tear up the flats in the fall
    G            Em7        G             G/B
She gets back to Dallas all sun burnt and sour
G/C           G/B            G/A        Em7
Worn out from slinging plugs hour after hour
       D              D/F#        D           D/F#        D           D/E      D/F# G
Seeing spots when she closes her eyes in the shower, she don't see a conflict at  all


[Chorus 1]
         G/C                  G
It's the state of the union I guess
     D/F#        D       G
It's always been iffy at best
      G/C                    G/D            Em7
We're all in the family, the cursed and the blessed
         D/F#                 G
It's the state of the union I guess
      G/C                    G/D            Em7
We're all in the family, the cursed and the blessed
         D/F#                 G
It's the state of the union I guess


[Interlude]
G/C  G/B  G/A  G
G/D  Em7  G/D  G/B  G   G/A  G/B  G/C

G/C  G/B  G/A  G  G/D
D/F#  G


[Verse 3]
G             G/D     G          G/D      G           G/B       D/F#
Mother turned eighty, consummate lady, we took her to Golden Corral
     D/F#          D               D/F#           D           D/F#         D         G
'Cos she likes the Yeast Rolls and Bourbon Street Chicken, we oughta known better by now
     G         G/B         G       G/B
'Cos me and my brother got into it good
  G/C          G/B         G/A         Em7
I called him a hick and he called me a hood
   D               D/F#        D         D/F#          D                D/E    D/F# G  G/D
He said Dad always treated his Mexicans good, I guess you think you're better somehow


[Verse 4]
     G                G/D     G        G/D      G            G/B        D/F#
Yeah you think you're better, cardigan sweater, snowflake if ever there was
    D/F#            D             D/F#        D               D/F#          D          G
You think you're so cool 'cos you did good in school, you got whipped every day on the bus
G          G/B         G            G/B
Sister let out 'fore the shouting got worse
        G/C             G/B           G/A           Em7
Went to Wednesday night prayer at the new Christian church
       D            D/F#       D           D/F#       D            D/E    D/F# G
With a cross on her neck and a nine in her purse, she might be the wisest of  us


[Chorus 2]
         G/C                  G
It's the state of the union I guess
      D/F#     D         G
We're all in a hell of a mess
      G/C                    G/D            Em7
We're all in the family, the cursed and the blessed
         D/F#                 G
It's the state of the union I guess

         G/C                  G
It's the state of the union I say
          D/F#          D          G
Christmas dinner, might be hell to pay
   G/C                        G/D            Em7
So how 'bout them Cowboys and have a blessed day
         D/F#                 G
It's the state of the union I say

         G/C                  G
It's the state of the union I guess
     D/F#        D       G
It's always been iffy at best
      G/C                    G/D         Em7
We'll do all we're able with what we got left
         D/F#                 G
It's the state of the union I guess

      G/C                    G/D         Em7
We'll do all we're able with what we got left
         D/F#                 G
It's the state of the union I guess