Woodstock Lyrics

Perch trees, pine trees, oh there're many kind trees
Sparrows, marrows and all those things
b***erflies 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 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.