Sunday, March 22, 2009

Traffic : John Barleycorn Must Die 1970

Steve Winwood : vocals, acoustic guitar, flute, piano, organ, bass instrument, percussion
Chris Wood : flute, saxophone, electric saxophone, organ, percussion
Jim Capaldi : vocals, drums, tambourine, percussion


There were three men came out of the west
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die.

They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead.

They let him lie for a very long time
Till the rains from Heaven did fall,
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed them all.

They've let him stand till Midsummer's day,
Till he looked both pale and wan.
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so become a man.

They've hired men with the scythes so sharp,
To cut him off at the knee,
They've rolled him and tied him by the waist,
Serving him most barbarously.

They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks,
Who pricked him through the heart
And the loader, he has served him worse than that,
For he's bound him to the cart.

They've wheeled him around and around a field,
Till they came unto a barn,
And there they made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn

They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks,
To cut him skin from bone,
And the miller, he has served him worse than that,
For he's ground him between two stones.

And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
And he's brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last

The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn,
And the tinker, he can't mend kettle nor pots
without a little barley corn


1 Glad 6:59
2 Freedom Rider 5:30
3 Empty Pages4:34
4 I Just Want You to Know 1:30
5 Stranger to Himself 3:57
6 John Barleycorn 6:27
7 Every Mothers Son 7:08
8 Sittin' Here Thinkin' of My Love 3:33
9 Backstage & Introduction 1:50
10 Who Knows What Tomorrow May Bring (Live) 6:56
11 Glad (Live) 11:03



  1. just one word: GREAT!!!

    your blog as well as the music you present here

    thank you very much for your work!

    move on well: Bill.Bo

  2. The Flac don't exist