Cifras
Woodrow

Tono: C

Introducción: G    

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