Mean Talking Blues

Mean Talking Blues - Woody Guthrie

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

Favor of crime and disgrace

I ever done a good deed I'm sorry of it

I'm mean in the east mean in the west

Mean in 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 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'

Along 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 stingarees

And then a grown tarantulas and the spiders

Childs 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 mosquiters

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