Mean Talking Blues
Woody Guthrie Lyrics


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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 everybody 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 stingarees,
And the 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 every 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 everything that's union,
And I hate everything that's organized,
And I hate everything that's planned,




And I love to hate and I hate to love!
I'm mean, I'm just mean

Overall Meaning

Woody Guthrie's song "Mean Talking Blues" is a satirical take on the archetype of the villain, as it describes the singer as the meanest man that has ever lived. The song is structured as a boastful monologue of an evil villain, as he brags about how he causes accidents, inflicts aches and pains, and stands for crime and disgrace. The singer revels in causing misery and seems to take pleasure in other people's pain, as he laughs when the car shakes on the subway, and when other people cry.


The song is a social commentary on the struggle for civil rights, trade unionism and the fight for fair wages in the early 20th century. Guthrie, who was an activist himself, creates a character who stands against these ideals and advocates for their opposite, violence and oppression, to showcase the absurdity of opposing social justice in favour of personal gain. At the same time, the song can also be interpreted as a playful and exaggerated portrayal of the idea that there is a little bit of villainous intent within everyone, and how succumbing to it can lead to a self-destructive spiral of meanness.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm the meanest man that ever had a brain,
I'm the most wicked person on earth.


All I scatter is aches and pains.
I only cause distress and suffering.


I'm carbolic acid, and a poison face,
I'm like poison or acid, and my face shows disgust and malevolence.


And I stand flat-footed in favor of crime and disgrace.
I'm a strong advocate for wrongdoing and shamefulness.


If I ever done a good deed, I'm sorry of it.
I don't remember ever doing anything good or kind.


I'm mean in the East, mean in the West,
I'm malicious everywhere.


Mean to the people that I like the best.
I hurt even those who are dear to me.


I go around a-causin' lot of accidents,
I create many accidents.


And I push folks down, and I cause train wrecks.
I knock people down and cause train accidents.


I'm a big disaster, just goin' somewhere's to happen.
I'm a tragedy waiting to happen.


I'm an organized famine, studyin' now I can be a little bit meaner.
I'm purposely planning harm, and I want to become worse.


I'm still a whole lot too good to suit myself, just mean
Even though I'm already terribly wicked, I think I could be even worse.


I ride around on the subway trains,
I travel on subway trains.


Laughin' at the tight shoes dealin' you pain.
I find it amusing that your shoes are too tight and causing you pain.


And I laugh when the car shakes from side to side,
I laugh when the car shakes.


I laugh my loudest when other people cry.
I enjoy making other people cry.


Can't help it, I was born good, I guess,
I can't stop being mean; maybe I was born this way.


Just like you or anybody else,
I'm no different than anyone else.


But then I, just turned off mean..
But then, I became extraordinarily malicious.


I hate everybody don't think like me,
I despise anyone who doesn't think like me.


And I'd rather see you dead than I'd ever see you free.
I prefer seeing you dead than seeing you living in freedom.


Rather see you starved to death
I would rather see you dying of starvation


Than see you at work,
Than see you working.


And I'm readin' all the books I can
I'm trying to learn from all the books I read.


To learn how to hurt,
I'm reading to learn different ways of causing harm.


Daily Misery, spread diseases,
I cause pain and spread diseases daily.


Keep you without no vote,
I deprive you of your right to vote.


Keep you without no union.
I prevent you from belonging to any union.


Well, I hurt when I see you gettin' 'long so well,
I feel pain when I see you succeeding or prospering.


I'd ten times rather see you in the fires of hell.
I would prefer to see you in hell than see you doing well.


I can't stand to fixed, see you there all fixed up in that house so nice,
I can't bear to see you living in a comfortable, well-maintained house.


I'd rather keep you in that rotten hole, with the bugs and the lice,
I would rather keep you in a filthy place with bugs and lice.


And the roaches, and the termites,
And the roaches and termites zapping the house's foundation.


And the sand fleas, and the tater bugs,
And the sand fleas, tater bugs gnawing at you.


And the grub worms, and the stingarees,
And the grubs and stringarees, further causing harm.


And the tarantulas, and the spiders, childs of the earth,
And earth's creatures - tarantulas, spiders - that cause pain and terror.


The ticks and the blow-flies,
The ticks and blow-flies, spreading disease and feed on dead bodies.


These is all of my little angels
These are all the creatures that I use as weapons


That go 'round helpin' me do the best parts of my meanness.
They assist me in doing the worst things that I enjoy doing.


And mosquiters,
And mosquitoes, known for their irritating bites and the spread of disease.


Well, I used to be a pretty fair organized feller,
I used to be a reasonable, organized man.


Till I turned a scab and then I turned off yeller,
But then I became a traitor and a coward.


Fought ev'ry union with teeth and toenail,
I fought every union with all my might.


And I sprouted a six-inch stinger right in the middle of the tail,
I grew a six-inch stinger in the middle of my tail like a scorpion.


And I growed horns,
I grew horns, like the devil.


And then I cut 'em off, I wanted to fool you.
Then I cut them off to trick you, but I still hate unions.


I hated union every where,
I hated unions everywhere.


Cause God likes unions
Because God approves of unions.


And I hate God!
So I hate God and what He likes.


Well, if I can get the fat to hatin' the lean
If I can get the rich to hate the poor.


That'd tickle me more than anything I've seen,
That would amuse me more than anything else.


Then get the colors to fightin' one another,
Then get people discriminating against others based on skin color.


And friend against friend, and brother, and sister against brother,
And get people to betray their friends and family members.


That'll be just it.
That's just what I want.


Everybody's brains a-boilin' in turpentine,
Everybody's mind filled with anger and hatred.


And their teeth fallin' out all up and down the streets,
And people's teeth falling out in the streets, as if in a nightmare.


That'll just suit me fine.
That is exactly what I want.


Cause I hate everything that's union,
I hate everything that involves cooperation or working together.


And I hate everything that's organized,
I hate everything that is organized or structured.


And I hate everything that's planned,
I hate everything that is planned or agreed upon.


And I love to hate and I hate to love!
I enjoy hating others, even if it makes me miserable.


I'm mean, I'm just mean
I'm a terribly wicked person.




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Written by: WOODY GUTHRIE

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Sentionaut

God Woody Guthrie is the greatest thing of music for the last 100 Years.

Christopher Coleman

Funny how Woody's songs are more relevant today than at any time since he wrote them.

loreleimaid

Brains boilin' in turpentine...teeth fallin' out all up and down the sidewalk. I think this is where we are now.

sidney armstrong

The striped against the polka dots

Carmen Caamaño

Sinceramente, creo que no entenderéis nunca el concepto del anarquismo, sois lo que os piden

hoopjones1

This is amazing!

Chris McRae

Still makes me laugh 40 years later

Zadfrack

where are the woody's of today? we need someone like him right now. love this stuff.

UwU Central

any woody nowadays would be considered too radical to fit any of the political groups we've formed today also we commercialized revolution you can blame the fbi cia for the current state of american politics, hell ask woody the fbi loved him

John Propes

Check out Billy Strings

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