MP3: Woody Guthrie-Mean Talking Blues [Alternate Take][#]
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I'm the meanest man that ever had a brain All I scatter is aches and pains I'm carbolic acid and a poison face And I stand flat-footed in favor of crime and disgrace If I ever done a good deed, I'm sorry of it
I'm mean in the East, mean in the West Mean to the people that I like the best I go around a-causin' lot of accidents And I push folks down and I cause train wrecks I'm a big disaster, just goin' somewhere's to happen
I'm an organized famine studyin', now I can be a little bit meaner I'm still a whole lot too good to suit myself, just mean
I ride around on the subway trains Laughin' at the tight shoes dealin' you pain And I laugh when the car shakes from side to side I laugh my loudest when other people cry Can't help it, I was born good, I guess Just like you or anybody else But then I just turned off mean
I hate ev'rybody don't think like me And I'd rather see you dead than I'd ever see you free Rather see you starved to death than see you at work And I'm readin' all the books I can to learn how to hurt Daily misery, spread diseases, keep you without no vote Keep you without no union
Well, I hurt when I see you gettin' 'long so well I'd ten times rather see you in the fires of hell I can't stand to fixed See you there all fixed up in that house so nice I'd rather keep you in that rotten hole with the bugs and the lice And the roaches and the termites And the sand fleas and the tater bugs
And the grub worms and the stingaree's And the tarantulas, and the spiders, child?s of the earth The ticks and the blow-flies, these is all of my little angels That go 'round helpin' me do the best parts of my meanness And mosquiter's
Well, I used to be a pretty fair organized feller Till I turned a scab and then I turned off yeller Fought ev'ry union with teeth and toenail And I sprouted a six-inch stinger right in the middle of the tail And I growed horns And then I cut 'em off, I wanted to fool you I hated union ever'where, 'cause God likes unions and I hate God
Well, if I can get the fat to hatin' the lean That'd tickle me more than anything I've seen Then get the colors to fightin' one another And friend against friend, and brother and sister against brother That'll be just it
Everybody's brains a-boilin' in turpentine And their teeth fallin' out all up and down the streets That'll just suit me fine 'Cause I hate ever'thing that's union And I hate ever'thing that's organized And I hate ever'thing that's planned And I love to hate and I hate to love I'm mean, I'm just mean
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