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