John Martyn, Beverley Martyn - Woodstock lyrics
[John Martyn, Beverley Martyn - Woodstock lyrics]
Perch trees, pine trees
Oh there're many kind trees
Sparrows, marrows and all those things
Butterflies flutter by everybody's upper by
Even the man next door can sing
Kicking up the cones and
Rolling up the stones
Kicking up the stones and
Rolling up the cones
The band plays country, cool and sweet
Everywhere you go
The people tumble down the street
No one that you know
Sunshine, soon shine, let me in the moonshine
Give me the road and set me free
Own up, grown up, everything is sewn up
State police can't bother me
Kicking up the cones and
Rolling up the stones
Kicking up the stones and
Rolling up the cones
The band plays country, cool and sweet
Everywhere you go
The people tumble down the street
Everyone you know
Jed the woodchuck, lives in Woodstock
Maybe he's a groundhog and I don't know
Winter freeze up, seize up, knees up
Summers and it's time to go
Kicking up the cones and
Rolling up the stones
Kicking up the stones and
Rolling up the cones
The band plays country, cool and sweet
Everywhere you go
The people tumble down the street
Everyone you know
Oh there're many kind trees
Sparrows, marrows and all those things
Butterflies flutter by everybody's upper by
Even the man next door can sing
Kicking up the cones and
Rolling up the stones
Kicking up the stones and
Rolling up the cones
The band plays country, cool and sweet
Everywhere you go
The people tumble down the street
No one that you know
Sunshine, soon shine, let me in the moonshine
Give me the road and set me free
Own up, grown up, everything is sewn up
State police can't bother me
Kicking up the cones and
Rolling up the stones
Kicking up the stones and
Rolling up the cones
The band plays country, cool and sweet
Everywhere you go
The people tumble down the street
Everyone you know
Jed the woodchuck, lives in Woodstock
Maybe he's a groundhog and I don't know
Winter freeze up, seize up, knees up
Summers and it's time to go
Kicking up the cones and
Rolling up the stones
Kicking up the stones and
Rolling up the cones
The band plays country, cool and sweet
Everywhere you go
The people tumble down the street
Everyone you know