Lyrics:

Guthrie

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.