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