Tom Russell Band - Woodrow

When ^Cpeople twist your ^Gwords, Woodrow, ah, they'll ^Ctwist at every ^Emwhim It's ^Gthugs that run the ^Cunions now and ^Guse your songs like ^Emhymns Once, your ^Cmusic danced on ^Gwomen's thighs and the arch of a hobo's ^Embrow-^Dow Aw, ^CMrs. Guthrie look ^Gwhat they done to your ^Cbrown-eyed ^Dbaby ^Gnow

Oh, the ^Ctrains leave every ^Gmorning, some go ^Ceast and some go ^Emwest And the ^Gclacking of the ^Ciron is the ^Gsound you love the ^Embest It's the ^Cgreat escape from ^Grailroad bulls and the Coney Island ^Emgirl^Ds Aw, ^CMrs. Guthrie, look ^Gwhat we done to your ^Cbrown eyed ^Dboy with ^Gcurls

Sing the ^Emtruth, scream it ^Gloud (2nd time: sing it loud) Aw, ^CMrs. Guthrie, look ^Gwhat they done to your ^Cbrown-eyed ^Dbaby ^Gnow (2nd time: we done)

All those ^Cboxcars full of ^GChinese junk, the ^Ccaboose has been junk ^Empiled And we're ^Gall buying g^Croceries now from ^Gmen with crooked ^Emsmiles You were a ^Cdrunken, wild mis^Gogyneer and your politics were ^Emcrud^De As you s^Cat home writing ^Gnursery rhymes and ^Cdrawing ^Dwomen ^Gnude

And ^Call those politicians ^Gbreaths stink bad, be they ^Cleft or be they ^Emright And the ^Gones who play with ^Crhetoric are not the ^Gones to ^Emfight Don't go ^Ccoming 'round here, ^GWoodrow, they'll stretch you from a ^Emrope^D And your ^Ccorpse won't ever ^Gfind a bar where a ^Cman can ^Ddrink and ^Gsmoke

^CDid you hear the scre^Gen door sl^Cam, Ma, Woodrow'^Ems gone again He's ^Gwritin' obscene ^Cletters now, the ^GFeds might bring him ^Emin But ^Cevery song he ^Gever wrote is hangin' on the ^Embree^Dze With the l^Caundry in the ^GGuthrie yard full of ^CHunting^Dton's dis^Gease

So, ^CWoodrow, rest in ^Gpeace, old pal, there ain't ^Cnothin' for you ^Emhere We're ^Gin the scrub oak ^Ccountry now, the ^Gland of dread an' ^Emfear And ^Cwhitey's in the wood pile and the ^Gwriting's on the ^Emwall^D But your ^Cring of truth still ^Gechoes down the ^CGreystone ^Dclinic ^Ghall

So ^Chere's to all outsiders, all the ^Gones who ^Ccould not ^Emfit The ^Gtroubadour, the ^Cprisoners, the ^Gdrunken Ind^Emian Ah, the ^Ccircus freaks, the wounded lovers will ^Gmake it through ^Emsomeh^Dow Ah, ^CMrs. Guthrie, we are ^Gridin' blind with your ^Cbrown eyed ^Dbaby ^Gnow

Sing the ^Emtruth scream it ^Gloud Ah, ^CMrs. Guthrie, look ^Gwhat we done to your ^Cbrown-eyed ^Dbaby ^Gnow Sing the ^Emtruth, scream it l^Goud Ah, ^CMrs. Guthrie, look w^Ghat we done to your ^Cbrown-eyed b^Daby n^Gow