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Capo: 4 Tuning: E A D G B E
Tom Russell - East Of Woodstock, West Of Viet Nam CAPO: 4th Fret [Intro] C G F C G F C G F [Verse 1]
"I Cslept through the Nineteen Sixties" I heard FDory Previn say But Cme, I caught me the great white bird To the shores of AfriGcay Where I Clost my adolescent heart To the Fsound of a talking drum Yeah, Ceast of Woodstock, Gwest of VietCnam G F
[Verse 2]
And on the Croads outside Oshogbo Lord, I Ffell down on my knees There were Cfemale spirits in old mud huts Iron bells ringing up in the Gtrees And an Ceighty-year-old white priestess She made Fjuju all night long Yeah, Ceast of Woodstock, Gwest of VietCnam G F
[Chorus]
Raise high the Froof beams, carpenter boy Yeah, we’re Ccoming through the rye
In the cinema I saw the man on the moon
I laughed so hard I Gcried It was Csomewhere in those rainy seasons That I Flearned to carve my song Yeah, Ceast of Woodstock, Gwest of VietCnam G F C G F C G F
[Verse 3]
Oh CAfrica, Mother Africa You lay Fheavy on my breast You old Ccradle of civilization Heart of darkness blood and Gdeath Though we Chad to play you, running scared When the Fcrocodile ate the sun Yeah, Ceast of Woodstock, Gwest of VietCnam
[Verse 4] Well, I think it’s going to rain tonight
I can Fsmell it coming off the sage As I Csit here reading old Graham Greene I taste Africa on every Gpage And then I Cclose my eyes and see those red clay roads It’s Fsundown, and boys, I’m gone Yeah, Ceast of Woodstock, Gwest of VietCnam
[Chorus]
Raise high the Froof beams, carpenter boy Yeah, we’re Ccoming through the rye
It was a moveable feast of war and memory
A dark old lullaGby It was the Csmoke of a thousand camp fires It was the Fwrong end of a gun Yeah, Ceast of Woodstock, Gwest of VietCnam, yeFah Yeah, Ceast of Woodstock, Gwest of VietCnam G F C G F C G F C