Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie

(I just put the numbers so far apart to be able to squeeze in the hammer on and pull off in the end,
it's actually played quite fast.)

Verse

(The rest of the song works the same only the first pattern is played 8 times instead of 4 like in the
beginning.)

Verse

C
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
F
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
c
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
G
If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on
F
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
C
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
G
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
C
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer hands are a-slidin' 'cause yer rope is a-drippin'
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
F
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
C
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
G                                                 F
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof top it starts shakin'
C                                 G                  C
And yer whole, yer whole world is all a-slammin' and bangin'
C
And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And you ask yourself why was I ever born
And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'
F
And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
C
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
G                                 F
And yer whole world, yer whole world
C                                 G                  C
And yer whole, yer whole world is all a-slammin' and bangin'