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Tom Russell - Woodrow (Chord)
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Woodrow
Tom Russell
from "Hotwalker"

Capo 5    Intro:  G

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

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

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

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

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

Repeat Chorus

Instrumental (chorus)

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


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

Repeat Chorus

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

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