Woodstock

Written by: 
J. Martyn
1 Feb 1970

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 now.

Sun shine, 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 freez' up, seize up, knees up,
Summers and its 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.

sitenote:
The instrumental part of this song was recorded for the first time December 9, 1968 in John Peel's Night Ride program.

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