Woodrow Tom Russell Capo 5 Intro: G C5 G5 C5 E5 When people twist your words, Woodrow, ah, they'll twist at every whim G5 C5 G5 E5 It's thugs that run the unions now and use your songs like hymns C5 G5 Once, your music danced on women's thighs and the arch of a hobo's E5 D5 brow-ow C5 G5 C5 D5 G5 Aw, Mrs. Guthrie look what they done to your brown-eyed baby now C5 G5 C5 E5 Oh, the trains leave every morning, some go east and some go west G5 C5 G5 E5 And the clacking of the iron is the sound you love the best C5 G5 E5 D5 It's the great escape from railroad bulls and the Coney Island girls C5 G5 C5 D5 G5 Aw, Mrs. Guthrie, look what we done to your brown eyed boy with curls Chorus: E5 G5 Sing the truth, scream it loud (2nd time: sing it loud) C5 G5 C5 D5 G5 Aw, Mrs. Guthrie, look what they done to your brown-eyed baby now (2nd time: we done) C5 G5 C5 E5 All those boxcars full of Chinese junk, the caboose has been junk piled G5 C5 G5 E5 And we're all buying groceries now from men with crooked smiles C5 G5 E5 D5 You were a drunken, wild misogyneer and your politics were crude C5 G5 C5 D5 G5 As you sat home writing nursery rhymes and drawing women nude C5 G5 C5 And all those politicians breaths stink bad, be they left or be they E5 right G5 C5 G5 E5 And the ones who play with rhetoric are not the ones to fight C5 G5 E5 D5 Don't go coming 'round here, Woodrow, they'll stretch you from a rope C5 G5 C5 D5 G5 And your corpse won't ever find a bar where a man can drink and smoke Repeat Chorus Instrumental (chorus) C5 G5 C5 E5 Did you hear the screen door slam , Ma, Woodrow's gone again G5 C5 G5 E5 He's writin' obscene letters now, the Feds might bring him in C5 G5 E5 D5 But every song he ever wrote is hangin' on the breeze C5 G5 C5 D5 G5 With the laundry in the Guthrie yard full of Huntington's disease C5 G5 C5 E5 So, Woodrow, rest in peace, old pal, there ain't nothin' for you here G5 C5 G5 E5 We're in the scrub oak country now, the land of dread an' fear C5 G5 E5 D5 And whitey's in the wood pile and the writing's on the wall C5 G5 C5 D5 G5 But your ring of truth still echoes down the Greystone clinic hall Repeat Chorus C5 G5 C5 E5 So here's to all outsiders, all the ones who could not fit G5 C5 G5 E5 The troubadour, the prisoners, the drunken Indian C5 G5 E5 D5 Ah, the circus freaks, the wounded lovers will make it through somehow C5 G5 C5 D5 G5 Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, we are ridin' blind with 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 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