WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Tom Russell - Woodrow Ukulele | Ver. 1
Woodrow
Tom Russell
Capo 5 Intro: G
F C F Am
When people twist your words, Woodrow, ah, they'll twist at every whim
C F C Am
It's thugs that run the unions now and use your songs like hymns
F C
Once, your music danced on women's thighs and the arch of a hobo's
Am G
brow-ow
F C F G C
Aw, Mrs. Guthrie look what they done to your brown-eyed baby now
F C F Am
Oh, the trains leave every morning, some go east and some go west
C F C Am
And the clacking of the iron is the sound you love the best
F C Am G
It's the great escape from railroad bulls and the Coney Island girls
F C F G C
Aw, Mrs. Guthrie, look what we done to your brown eyed boy with curls
Chorus:
Am C
Sing the truth, scream it loud (2nd time: sing it loud)
F C F G C
Aw, Mrs. Guthrie, look what they done to your brown-eyed baby now
(2nd time: we done)
F C F Am
All those boxcars full of Chinese junk, the caboose has been junk piled
C F C Am
And we're all buying groceries now from men with crooked smiles
F C Am G
You were a drunken, wild misogyneer and your politics were crude
F C F G C
As you sat home writing nursery rhymes and drawing women nude
F C F
And all those politicians breaths stink bad, be they left or be they
Am
right
C F C Am
And the ones who play with rhetoric are not the ones to fight
F C Am G
Don't go coming 'round here, Woodrow, they'll stretch you from a rope
F C F G C
And your corpse won't ever find a bar where a man can drink and smoke
Repeat Chorus
Instrumental (chorus)
F C F Am
Did you hear the screen door slam, Ma, Woodrow's gone again
C F C Am
He's writin' obscene letters now, the Feds might bring him in
F C Am G
But every song he ever wrote is hangin' on the breeze
F C F G C
With the laundry in the Guthrie yard full of Huntington's disease
F C F Am
So, Woodrow, rest in peace, old pal, there ain't nothin' for you here
C F C Am
We're in the scrub oak country now, the land of dread an' fear
F C Am G
And whitey's in the wood pile and the writing's on the wall
F C F G C
But your ring of truth still echoes down the Greystone clinic hall
Repeat Chorus
F C F Am
So here's to all outsiders, all the ones who could not fit
C F C Am
The troubadour, the prisoners, the drunken Indian
F C Am G
Ah, the circus freaks, the wounded lovers will make it through somehow
F C F G C
Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, we are ridin' blind with your brown eyed baby now
Am C
Sing the truth scream it loud
F C F G C
Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, look what we done to your brown-eyed baby now
Am C
Sing the truth, scream it loud
F C F G C
Ah, Mrs. Guthrie, look what we done to your brown-eyed baby now
