Woodrow      
Tom Russell
Capo 5    Intro:  G

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

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

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

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

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

Repeat Chorus

Instrumental (chorus)

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


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

Repeat Chorus

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

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Sing the truth scream it loud
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Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, look what we done to your brown-eyed baby now
         E5                G5
Sing the truth, scream it loud
    C5                   G5                   C5           D5    G5  
Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, look what we done to your brown-eyed baby now