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Tom Russell
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East Of Woodstock, West Of Viet Nam
I slept through the Nineteen Sixties I heard Dory Previn say But me I caught me the great white bird To the shores of African
Where I lost my adolescent heart To the sound of a talking drum Yeah, east of Woodstock, west of Viet Nam
And on the roads outside Oshogbo Lord I fell down on my knees There were female spirits in old mud huts Iron bells ringing up in the trees
And an eighty year old white priest She made Juju all night long Yeah, east of Woodstock, west of Viet Nam
Raise high the roof beams carpenter boy Yeah, we're coming through the rye In the cinema I saw the man on the moon I laughed so hard I cried
It was somewhere in those rainy seasons That I learned to carve my song Yeah, east of Woodstock, west of Viet Nam
Oh Africa, Mother Africa You lay heavy on my breast 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 You old cradle of civilization Heart of darkness blood and death
Though we had to play you running scared When the crocodile ate the sun Yeah, east of Woodstock, west of Viet Nam
Well, I think it's going to rain tonight I can smell it coming off the sea As I sit here reading old Graham Greene I taste Africa on every page
Then I close my eyes and see those red clay roads And it's sundown and boys I'm gone Yeah, east of Woodstock, west of Viet Nam
Raise high the roof beams carpenter boy Yeah, we're coming through the rye It was a movable feast of war and memory A dark old lullaby
It was the smoke of a thousand camp fires It was the wrong end of a gun Yeah, east of Woodstock, west of Viet Nam
Yeah, east of Woodstock, west of Viet Nam
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