If a song could be president We’d hum on Election Day The gospel choir would start to sway And we’d all have a part to play
The first lady would free her hips Pull a microphone to her lips Break our hearts with Rhythm and Blues Steve Earle would anchor the news
We’d vote for a melody Pass it around on an mp3 All our best foreign policy Would be built on harmony
If a song could be president We’d fly a jukebox to the moon All our founding fathers’ 45’s Lightnin’ Hopkins and Patsy Cline If a song could be president
If a song could be president We could all add another verse Life would teach us to rehearse Till we found a key change
Break out of this minor key Half-truths and hypocrisy We wouldn’t need an underachiever-in-chief If a song could be president
We’d make Neil Young a Senator Even though he came from Canada Emmylou would be Ambassador World leaders would listen to her
They would show us where our country went wrong Strum their guitars on the White House lawn John Prine would run the FBI All the criminals would laugh and cry If a song could be president