Old Old Woodstock

Way behind the shady tree
Going down to old, old woodstock
I'm driving along in my old beat up car
Feel the cool night breeze
Listen, oh, don't it get you, get you when you’re through

Going down to old, old woodstock
Feel the cool night breeze
Going down to old, old woodstock

And my woman's waiting by the kitchen door
See the water flowing way beneath the bridge
Going down to old, old woodstock

Hear the children singing, 'My daddy's coming home'
Going down to old, old woodstock
Going down to old, old woodstock
Feel the cool night breeze
Feel the breezes blowing, all around your coat
Going down to old, old woodstock
Hear your children sing, 'My Daddy's coming home'

Going down to old, old woodstock
Way behind the shady tree
Feel the cool night breeze
Going down to old, old woodstock
Oh, don't it get you when you gotta roam
Here I come a swaggering, way on over the ridge
Going down to old, old woodstock
Going down to old, old woodstock

Going down, give my baby a squeeze
Going down, give my child a squeeze
Lord, don't it get you, when you're bound to roam
Feel the cool night breeze
Going down, give my child a squeeze

Feel the cool night breeze

Going down to old, old woodstock