Capo 5 Intro: GC G C Em When people twist your words, Woodrow, ah, they'll twist at every whimG C G Em It's thugs that run the unions now and use your songs like hymnsC G Em D Once, your music danced on women's thighs and the arch of a hobo's brow-owC G C D G Aw, Mrs. Guthrie look what they done to your brown-eyed baby nowC G C Em Oh, the trains leave every morning, some go east and some go westG C G Em And the clacking of the iron is the sound you love the bestC G Em D It's the great escape from railroad bulls and the Coney Island girlsC G C D G Aw, Mrs. Guthrie, look what we done to your brown eyed boy with curls Chorus:Em G Sing the truth, scream it loud (2nd time: sing it loud)C G C D G Aw, Mrs. Guthrie, look what they done to your brown-eyed baby now (2nd time: we done)C G C Em All those boxcars full of Chinese junk, the caboose has been junk piledContinues after the adG C G Em And we're all buying groceries now from men with crooked smilesC G Em D You were a drunken, wild misogyneer and your politics were crudeC G C D G As you sat home writing nursery rhymes and drawing women nudeC G C Em And all those politicians breaths stink bad, be they left or be they rightG C G Em And the ones who play with rhetoric are not the ones to fightC G Em D Don't go coming 'round here, Woodrow, they'll stretch you from a ropeC G C D G And your corpse won't ever find a bar where a man can drink and smoke Repeat Chorus Instrumental (chorus)C G C Em Did you hear the screen door slam, Ma, Woodrow's gone againG C G Em He's writin' obscene letters now, the Feds might bring him inC G Em D But every song he ever wrote is hangin' on the breezeC G C D G With the laundry in the Guthrie yard full of Huntington's diseaseC G C Em So, Woodrow, rest in peace, old pal, there ain't nothin' for you hereG C G Em We're in the scrub oak country now, the land of dread an' fearC G Em D And whitey's in the wood pile and the writing's on the wallC G C D G But your ring of truth still echoes down the Greystone clinic hall Repeat ChorusC G C Em So here's to all outsiders, all the ones who could not fitG C G Em The troubadour, the prisoners, the drunken IndianC G Em D Ah, the circus freaks, the wounded lovers will make it through somehowC G C D G Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, we are ridin' blind with your brown eyed baby nowEm G Sing the truth scream it loudC G C D G Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, look what we done to your brown-eyed baby nowEm G Sing the truth, scream it loudC G C D G Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, look what we done to your brown-eyed baby now
Woodrow
Tom Russell
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