Tom Russell Band - Woodrow

When ^Fpeople twist your ^Cwords, Woodrow, ah, they'll ^Ftwist at every ^Amwhim It's ^Cthugs that run the ^Funions now and ^Cuse your songs like ^Amhymns Once, your ^Fmusic danced on ^Cwomen's thighs and the arch of a hobo's ^Ambrow-^Gow Aw, ^FMrs. Guthrie look ^Cwhat they done to your ^Fbrown-eyed ^Gbaby ^Cnow

Oh, the ^Ftrains leave every ^Cmorning, some go ^Feast and some go ^Amwest And the ^Cclacking of the ^Firon is the ^Csound you love the ^Ambest It's the ^Fgreat escape from ^Crailroad bulls and the Coney Island ^Amgirl^Gs Aw, ^FMrs. Guthrie, look ^Cwhat we done to your ^Fbrown eyed ^Gboy with ^Ccurls

Sing the ^Amtruth, scream it ^Cloud (2nd time: sing it loud) Aw, ^FMrs. Guthrie, look ^Cwhat they done to your ^Fbrown-eyed ^Gbaby ^Cnow (2nd time: we done)

All those ^Fboxcars full of ^CChinese junk, the ^Fcaboose has been junk ^Ampiled And we're ^Call buying g^Froceries now from ^Cmen with crooked ^Amsmiles You were a ^Fdrunken, wild mis^Cogyneer and your politics were ^Amcrud^Ge As you s^Fat home writing ^Cnursery rhymes and ^Fdrawing ^Gwomen ^Cnude

And ^Fall those politicians ^Cbreaths stink bad, be they ^Fleft or be they ^Amright And the ^Cones who play with ^Frhetoric are not the ^Cones to ^Amfight Don't go ^Fcoming 'round here, ^CWoodrow, they'll stretch you from a ^Amrope^G And your ^Fcorpse won't ever ^Cfind a bar where a ^Fman can ^Gdrink and ^Csmoke

^FDid you hear the scre^Cen door sl^Fam, Ma, Woodrow'^Ams gone again He's ^Cwritin' obscene ^Fletters now, the ^CFeds might bring him ^Amin But ^Fevery song he ^Cever wrote is hangin' on the ^Ambree^Gze With the l^Faundry in the ^CGuthrie yard full of ^FHunting^Gton's dis^Cease

So, ^FWoodrow, rest in ^Cpeace, old pal, there ain't ^Fnothin' for you ^Amhere We're ^Cin the scrub oak ^Fcountry now, the ^Cland of dread an' ^Amfear And ^Fwhitey's in the wood pile and the ^Cwriting's on the ^Amwall^G But your ^Fring of truth still ^Cechoes down the ^FGreystone ^Gclinic ^Chall

So ^Fhere's to all outsiders, all the ^Cones who ^Fcould not ^Amfit The ^Ctroubadour, the ^Fprisoners, the ^Cdrunken Ind^Amian Ah, the ^Fcircus freaks, the wounded lovers will ^Cmake it through ^Amsomeh^Gow Ah, ^FMrs. Guthrie, we are ^Cridin' blind with your ^Fbrown eyed ^Gbaby ^Cnow

Sing the ^Amtruth scream it ^Cloud Ah, ^FMrs. Guthrie, look ^Cwhat we done to your ^Fbrown-eyed ^Gbaby ^Cnow Sing the ^Amtruth, scream it l^Coud Ah, ^FMrs. Guthrie, look w^Chat we done to your ^Fbrown-eyed b^Gaby n^Cow