If you Beat up, butcher, and You bleed a man: If you bang up and badger and Bloodlet a man; And then I come along On the feet of man And half way laff and cry 'bout The meat of man, And I do what I can to Bale string and tie some ballad truths Up cured out For the feed of man And Folks try to tell me That it's on god's orders That you bleed your man; It's on god's good word that you Bleed your man; On god's plan print That you dead a man; Or you spit and curse and whip Your man; I say I'll help you fix and Squeeze yourself up a new kind of a god Of some kind; One that tells you Fertilyze and multyplye; One that Tells you: Outsow and outblow, Outplant and outgrow; Outdo, and outrun, and outclimb, and out spread Every other tree and bush And brushy fruits and flower petalls; Out fruit them all For the feed of man; Out stalk and out hunt and out think For god's own sweet sake, out think! out think! Outthink the fruits Outgrow these animal kind and shapes of man! It you miss and go down Your dust will turn up on that long hot job Once more again To help in the feeding and the seed of man And not in the bleeding and the end of man.
Words: woody guthrie (date unknown) - music: jeff tweedy (1998)
Jay bennett: b3 organ, leslie guitar Billy bragg: resonator guitar Ken coomer: drums John stirratt: bass Jeff tweedy: vocal, acoustic guitar, electric guitar