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...