Biography:
Tom Russell (born in Los Angeles in either 1947 or 1948) is an American singer-songwriter from California, currently living in El Paso, Texas. His music incorporates elements of folk, traditional country & western, border and cowboy music of the American West. Russell's songs have been recorded by artists such as Johnny Cash, Ian Tyson, Nanci Griffith, Dave Alvin and others. In addition to his music, he is also an artist and published author.
In the 1980s Russell made four albums credited to the Tom Russell Band.
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Other songs:
- A Bowl Of Red
- A Hard Rains A
- A Land Called Way Out There
- Acres Of Corn
- Aint No More Cane On The Brazos
- Alkali
- All This Way For The Short Ride
- Amelias Railroad Flat
- America The Beautiful
- American Rivers
- Angel Of Lyon
- Beyond The Blues
- Box Of Visions
- Bucking Horse Moon
- Bus Station
- Canadian Whisky
- Carrickfergus
- Claude Dallas
- Criminology
- Cropduster
- Dance Hall Girls
- Down The Rio Grande
- East Of Woodstock West Of Viet Nam
- El Llano Estacado
- En Canadien Errant
- Evangeline Hotel
- Finding You
- Furious Love For Liz
- Gallo Del Cielo
- Guadalupe
- Gulf Coast Highway
- Hallie Lonnigan
- Hills Of Old Juarez
- If I Had A Gun
- Isaac Lewis
- Little Blue Horse
- Love Abides
- Love Makes A Fool Out Of The Wise
- Mandarin Oranges
- Manzanar
- Mineral Wells
- Navajo Rug
- Oil Field Girls
- Old Blue
- Pilgrim Land
- Racehorse Haynes
- Rambler Gambler
- Rider On An Orphan Train
- Rose Of San Joaquin
- Santa Fe At Midnight
- Sitting Bull In Venice
- Somebodys Husband Somebodys Son
- Sonoras Death Row
- Spanish Burgundy
- Stealing Electricity
- The Ballad Of Edward Abbey
- The Dutchman
- The Eyes Of Robert Duran
- The Eyes Of Roberto Duran
- The Greatest Show On Earth
- The John Bull Tin
- The Kid From Spavinaw
- The Man From God Knows Where
- The Next Thing Smokin
- The Old Rugged Cross
- The Railroad Boy
- The Rose Of Roscrae
- The Rose Of The San Joaquin
- The Santa Fe At Midnight
- The Sky Above The Mud Below
- The Water Is Wide
- Throwin Horseshoes At The Moon
- Throwing Horseshoes At The Moon
- Tonight We Ride
- Touch Of Evil
- Veterans Day
- Walkin On The Moon
- Walking On The Moon
- Wayfarin Stranger
- What Work Is
- When Sinatra Played Juarez
- When The Wolves No Longer Sing
- Where The Dream Begins
- Whos Gonna Build Your Wall
- Winnipeg
- Woodrow
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Woodrow
Tom Russell
Capo 5 Intro: G
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
Once, your music danced on women's thighs and the arch of a hobo's
Em D
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
Chorus:
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
And all those politicians breaths stink bad, be they left or be they
Em
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
Instrumental (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
Tom Russell
Capo 5 Intro: G
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
Once, your music danced on women's thighs and the arch of a hobo's
Em D
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
Chorus:
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
And all those politicians breaths stink bad, be they left or be they
Em
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
Instrumental (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
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