tonalidad:
C (forma de los acordes en la tonalidad de G)
Capo en el 5.º traste
Capo 5 Intro: G
CGCEm
When people twist your words, Woodrow, ah, they'll twist at every whim
GCGEm
It's thugs that run the unions now and use your songs like hymns
CGEmD
Once, your music danced on women's thighs and the arch of a hobo's brow-ow
CGCDG
Aw, Mrs. Guthrie look what they done to your brown-eyed baby now
CGCEm
Oh, the trains leave every morning, some go east and some go west
GCGEm
And the clacking of the iron is the sound you love the best
CGEmD
It's the great escape from railroad bulls and the Coney Island girls
CGCDG
Aw, Mrs. Guthrie, look what we done to your brown eyed boy with curls
Chorus:
EmG
Sing the truth, scream it loud (2nd time: sing it loud)
CGCDG
Aw, Mrs. Guthrie, look what they done to your brown-eyed baby now
(2nd time: we done)
CGCEm
All those boxcars full of Chinese junk, the caboose has been junk piled
GCGEm
And we're all buying groceries now from men with crooked smiles
CGEmD
You were a drunken, wild misogyneer and your politics were crude
CGCDG
As you sat home writing nursery rhymes and drawing women nude
CGCEm
And all those politicians breaths stink bad, be they left or be they right
GCGEm
And the ones who play with rhetoric are not the ones to fight
CGEmD
Don't go coming 'round here, Woodrow, they'll stretch you from a rope
CGCDG
And your corpse won't ever find a bar where a man can drink and smoke
Repeat Chorus
Instrumental (chorus)
CGCEm
Did you hear the screen door slam, Ma, Woodrow's gone again
GCGEm
He's writin' obscene letters now, the Feds might bring him in
CGEmD
But every song he ever wrote is hangin' on the breeze
CGCDG
With the laundry in the Guthrie yard full of Huntington's disease
CGCEm
So, Woodrow, rest in peace, old pal, there ain't nothin' for you here
GCGEm
We're in the scrub oak country now, the land of dread an' fear
CGEmD
And whitey's in the wood pile and the writing's on the wall
CGCDG
But your ring of truth still echoes down the Greystone clinic hall
Repeat Chorus
CGCEm
So here's to all outsiders, all the ones who could not fit
GCGEm
The troubadour, the prisoners, the drunken Indian
CGEmD
Ah, the circus freaks, the wounded lovers will make it through somehow
CGCDG
Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, we are ridin' blind with your brown eyed baby now
EmG
Sing the truth scream it loud
CGCDG
Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, look what we done to your brown-eyed baby now
EmG
Sing the truth, scream it loud
CGCDG
Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, look what we done to your brown-eyed baby now