| Oh the lonesomest sound, boys
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| I ever heard sound, boys
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| On the stroke of midnight
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| Hear the curfew blow
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| My body will hang, boys
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| On the hangman’s rope, boys
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| On the gallows pole, boys
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| When the curfew blows
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| Hear the curfew blowin'
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| Hear the curfew blowin'
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| In the cold black midnight
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| Hear the curfew blow
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| The sheriff’s men, boys
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| Are on my trail, boys
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| In the midnight wind, boys
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| Hear the curfew blow
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| And when they catch me
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| My body will hang, boys
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| On the gallows pole, boys
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| When the curfew blows
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| Hear the curfew blowin'
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| Hear the curfew blowin'
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| In the cold black midnight
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| Hear the curfew blow
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| I never really knew Woody Guthrie, but I can’t help to feel that somehow I
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| always knew Woody. |
| This record is a collection of songs I just naturally
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| learned and loved in my early years of playing and singing. |
| Woody said that he
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| wanted to be known as «the man who told you something you already knew».
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| And for me, this is a clue into the beauty and the genius of Woody Guthrie.
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| For he was just an ordinary man — he made all the mistakes, had all the vices,
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| all the good and the bad things that every ordinary person has.
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| He never gave you the feeling that he was better than you in anyway,
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| and he never gave you the feeling that he was worse than you — but that he
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| loved you because you were just like him, he was just like you. |
| Somehow without
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| thinking he capped the reality and the dream of what it meant to be an american |