When The Curfew Blows - Country Joe McDonald

Oh the lonesomest sound, boys

I ever heard sound, boys

On the stroke of midnight

Hear the curfew blow

My body will hang, boys

On the hangman’s rope, boys

On the gallows pole, boys

When the curfew blows

Hear the curfew blowin'

Hear the curfew blowin'

In the cold black midnight

Hear the curfew blow

The sheriff’s men, boys

Are on my trail, boys

In the midnight wind, boys

Hear the curfew blow

And when they catch me

My body will hang, boys

On the gallows pole, boys

When the curfew blows

Hear the curfew blowin'

Hear the curfew blowin'

In the cold black midnight

Hear the curfew blow

I never really knew Woody Guthrie, but I can’t help to feel that somehow I

always knew Woody.

This record is a collection of songs I just naturally

learned and loved in my early years of playing and singing.

Woody said that he

wanted to be known as «the man who told you something you already knew».

And for me, this is a clue into the beauty and the genius of Woody Guthrie.

For he was just an ordinary man — he made all the mistakes, had all the vices,

all the good and the bad things that every ordinary person has.

He never gave you the feeling that he was better than you in anyway,

and he never gave you the feeling that he was worse than you — but that he

loved you because you were just like him, he was just like you.

Somehow without

thinking he capped the reality and the dream of what it meant to be an american