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Woodrow 
Tom Russell
Capo 5    Intro:  G

     F                 C                           F              Am
When people twist your words, Woodrow, ah, they'll twist at every whim
     C                  F              C                   Am
It's thugs that run the unions now and use your songs like hymns
           F               C                                          
Once, your music danced on women's thighs and the arch of a hobo's 
Am   G
brow-ow
    F                 C                      F          G    C
Aw, Mrs. Guthrie look what they done to your brown-eyed baby now

        F                  C                F                Am
Oh, the trains leave every morning, some go east and some go west
        C               F           C                  Am
And the clacking of the iron is the sound you love the best
         F                 C                                   Am  G
It's the great escape from railroad bulls and the Coney Island girls
    F                  C                    F          G        C
Aw, Mrs. Guthrie, look what we done to your brown eyed boy with curls

Chorus:
         Am                C
Sing the truth, scream  it loud        (2nd time: sing it loud)
    F                  C                      F          G    C         
Aw, Mrs. Guthrie, look what they done to your brown-eyed baby now
                   (2nd time: we done)

          F               C                 F                     Am
All those boxcars full of Chinese junk, the caboose has been junk piled
          C           F                 C                Am
And we're all buying groceries now from men with crooked smiles
           F                C                              Am  G
You were a drunken, wild misogyneer and your politics were crude
        F               C                  F       G     C
As you sat home writing nursery rhymes and drawing women nude

    F                     C                          F               
And all those politicians breaths stink bad, be they left or be they 
Am
right
        C                  F                    C       Am
And the ones who play with rhetoric are not the ones to fight
         F                   C                                   Am  G
Don't go coming 'round here, Woodrow, they'll stretch you from a rope
         F                 C                  F       G         C
And your corpse won't ever find a bar where a man can drink and smoke

Repeat Chorus

Instrumental (chorus)

        
F                    C         F               Am
Did you hear the screen door slam, Ma, Woodrow's gone again
     C               F                C                    Am
He's writin' obscene letters now, the Feds might bring him in
    F             C                            Am  G
But every song he ever wrote is hangin' on the breeze
          F             C                    F      G        C
With the laundry in the Guthrie yard full of Huntington's disease


    F                C                           F               Am
So, Woodrow, rest in peace, old pal, there ain't nothin' for you here
      C                F                C                 Am
We're in the scrub oak country now, the land of dread an' fear
    F                                 C                Am  G
And whitey's in the wood pile and the writing's on the wall
         F                   C               F         G      C
But your ring of truth still echoes down the Greystone clinic hall

Repeat Chorus

   F                                C        F         Am
So here's to all outsiders, all the ones who could not fit
    C               F              C          Am
The troubadour, the prisoners, the drunken Indian
        F                                      C               Am   G
Ah, the circus freaks, the wounded lovers will make it through somehow
    F                    C                      F          G    C
Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, we are ridin' blind with your brown eyed baby now

         Am              C
Sing the truth scream it loud
    F                  C                    F          G    C  
Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, look what we done to your brown-eyed baby now
         Am                C
Sing the truth, scream it loud
    F                   C                   F           G    C  
Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, look what we done to your brown-eyed baby now

            
            
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