Smoke hangs heavy over Capitol Hill Backroom deals signed against the people’s will They cut the map like a butcher’s knife Drain another county of its voice and life They don’t burn crosses out in the square Now they redraw districts till nobody’s there Same old power in a brand-new suit Still choking freedom at the root Ain’t no justice in these lines they draw Ain’t no liberty beneath the law Tennessee’s bleeding underneath that gold dome light And the truth keeps howling in the dead of night
