Tom Russell - East Of Woodstock, West Of Viet Nam
CAPO: 4th Fret
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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"I slept through the Nineteen Sixties"
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I heard Dory Previn say
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But me, I caught me the great white bird
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To the shores of Africay
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Where I lost my adolescent heart
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To the sound of a talking drum
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Yeah, east of Woodstock, west of Vietnam
[Verse 2]
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And on the roads outside Oshogbo
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Lord, I fell down on my knees
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There were female spirits in old mud huts
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Iron bells ringing up in the trees
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And an eighty-year-old white priestess
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She made juju all night long
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Yeah, east of Woodstock, west of Vietnam
[Chorus]
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Raise high the roof beams, carpenter boy
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Yeah, we’re coming through the rye
In the cinema I saw the man on the moon
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I laughed so hard I cried
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It was somewhere in those rainy seasons
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That I learned to carve my song
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Yeah, east of Woodstock, west of Vietnam
[Verse 3]
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Oh Africa, Mother Africa
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You lay heavy on my breast
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You old cradle of civilization
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Heart of darkness blood and death
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Though we had to play you, running scared
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When the crocodile ate the sun
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Yeah, east of Woodstock, west of Vietnam
[Verse 4]
Well, I think it’s going to rain tonight
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I can smell it coming off the sage
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As I sit here reading old Graham Greene
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I taste Africa on every page
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And then I close my eyes and see those red clay roads
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It’s sundown, and boys, I’m gone
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Yeah, east of Woodstock, west of Vietnam
[Chorus]
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Raise high the roof beams, carpenter boy
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Yeah, we’re coming through the rye
It was a moveable feast of war and memory
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A dark old lullaby
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It was the smoke of a thousand camp fires
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It was the wrong end of a gun
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Yeah, east of Woodstock, west of Vietnam, yeah
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Yeah, east of Woodstock, west of Vietnam