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Woodrow Tom Russell Capo 5 Intro: G C G C Em When people twist your words, Woodrow, ah, they'll twist at every whim G C G Em It's thugs that run the unions now and use your songs like hymns C G Once, your music danced on women's thighs and the arch of a hobo's Em D brow-ow C G C D G Aw, Mrs. Guthrie look what they done to your brown-eyed baby now C G C Em Oh, the trains leave every morning, some go east and some go west G C G Em And the clacking of the iron is the sound you love the best C G Em D It's the great escape from railroad bulls and the Coney Island girls C 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 piled G C G Em And we're all buying groceries now from men with crooked smiles C G Em D You were a drunken, wild misogyneer and your politics were crude C G C D G As you sat home writing nursery rhymes and drawing women nude [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/t/tom-russell-band/68231.html ] C G C And all those politicians breaths stink bad, be they left or be they Em right G C G Em And the ones who play with rhetoric are not the ones to fight C G Em D Don't go coming 'round here, Woodrow, they'll stretch you from a rope C 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 again G C G Em He's writin' obscene letters now, the Feds might bring him in C G Em D But every song he ever wrote is hangin' on the breeze C G C D G With the laundry in the Guthrie yard full of Huntington's disease C G C Em So, Woodrow, rest in peace, old pal, there ain't nothin' for you here G C G Em We're in the scrub oak country now, the land of dread an' fear C G Em D And whitey's in the wood pile and the writing's on the wall C G C D G But your ring of truth still echoes down the Greystone clinic hall Repeat Chorus C G C Em So here's to all outsiders, all the ones who could not fit G C G Em The troubadour, the prisoners, the drunken Indian C G Em D Ah, the circus freaks, the wounded lovers will make it through somehow C G C D G Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, we are ridin' blind with your brown eyed baby now Em G Sing the truth scream it loud C G C D G Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, look what we done to your brown-eyed baby now Em G Sing the truth, scream it loud C G C D G Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, look what we done to your brown-eyed baby now |