Woodstock
Matthews' Southern Comfort
Well, I came upon a child of God He was walking along the road And I asked him : "Where are you going ?" This he told me: "I'm going down to Yasgur's farm Think I join in a Rock'n'Roll band I'll camp out on the land And set my soul free." We are star...dust We are golden And we got to get ourselves Back to the garden Well then "Can I walk beside you ? I have come to lose the smog And I feel just like a cog in something turning Well maybe it's the time of year or maybe it's the time of man And I don't know who I am but life's for learning We are star...dust We are golden And we got to get ourselves Back to the garden By the time we got to Woodstock They were half a million strong Everywhere they were songs and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers riding shotgun in the sky Turning into butterflies above our nation We are star...dust We are golden And we got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are star...dust We are golden And we got to get ourselves Back to the garden