This is my attempt at a tab for Woody Guthrie's song "Dust Bowl Refugees" as
played on disc 3 of the library of congress recordings. (Key of C, no capo,
standard tuning.)  This is my first tab so please post some
comments/suggestions.

Intro/Between Verses Melody (Chord names above refer to the chord you should be 
holding/strumming while playing the melody):

C (x32010@1)     C (x32010@1)     C (x32010@1)    Ce (x32010@1) --------------------------------|
B  --------------------------------|
G  -0------------------------------|
D  ---3-2-------------0h2----------|
A  ------------3--------------3----|
E  --------------------------------|

C (x32010@1)     C (x32010@1)     C (x32010@1)    Ge (320003@1) --------------------------------|
B  --------------------------------|
G  -0------------------------------|
D  ---3-2-------------0h2----------|
A  ------------3-------------------|
E  ----------------------------3---|

C (x32010@1)     C (x32010@1)        C (x32010@1)    Ce (x32010@1) ------------------------------------|
B  ------------------------------------|
G  -0-----------------0----------------|
D  ---3-2---------------3-2------------|
A  ------------3-----------------3-----|
E  ------------------------------------|

C (x32010@1)     G (320003@1)       Ce (x32010@1) ---------------------------|
B  ---------------------------|
G  -----2-------------0-------|
D  ---3-----------------2-3---|
A  -3-------------------------|
E  ------------3--------------|

For the verses he seems to only use the C and G chords with his usual alternating bass 
and some hammer ons.

C (x32010@1)                  CI'm (x32010@1)a dust bowl refugee,
C (x32010@1)                  GJust (320003@1)a dust bowl refugee,
C (x32010@1)                 CFrom (x32010@1)that dust bowl to the peach bowl,
C (x32010@1)             G (320003@1)               CNow (x32010@1)that peach fuzz is a-killin' me.

'Cross the mountains to the sea,
Come the wife and kids and me.
It's a hot old dusty highway
For a dust bowl refugee.

Hard, it's always been that way,
Here today and on our way
Down that mountain, 'cross the desert,
Just a dust bowl refugee.

We are ramblers, so they say,
We are only here today,
Then we travel with the seasons,
We're the dust bowl refugees.

From the south land and the drought land,
Come the wife and kids and me,
And this old world is a hard world
For a dust bowl refugee.

Yes, we ramble and we roam
And the highway that's our home,
It's a never-ending highway
For a dust bowl refugee.

Yes, we wander and we work
In your crops and in your fruit,
Like the whirlwinds on the desert
That's the dust bowl refugees.

I'm a dust bowl refugee,
I'm a dust bowl refugee,
And I wonder will I always
Be a dust bowl refugee?