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