| Saw it on the news and God it hit me
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| Hippies dancing around in muddy bare feet
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| Somebody said they knew somebody who was there
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| Nothing but peace and understanding
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| Dropping little hits that they called candy
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| There I sat a thousand miles from it
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| Too young for Woodstock
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| It’s gone and it’s not coming back around
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| I’ll never feel the sound or dance against the ground
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| Too young to get there
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| No flowers in my hair
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| The records I bought was the closest I ever got
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| To Woodstock
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| Daddy said they’re all hopped up on something
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| I was smoking dope with the window open
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| Crosby, Stills, and Nash and Janis and The Who
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| Running round in fringe and patched up blue jeans
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| Trying to fast-forward right past thirteen
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| My only comfort was that Joni missed it too
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| Too young for Woodstock
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| It’s gone and it’s not coming back around
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| I’ll never feel the sound or dance against the ground
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| Too young to get there
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| No flowers in my hair
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| The records I bought was the closest I ever got
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| To Woodstock
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| Summer of '69, summer of love and peace signs
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| Brother in Vietnam, and I’m pissed off that I am
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| Too young for Woodstock
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| It’s gone and it’s not coming back around
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| I’ll never feel the sound or dance against the ground
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| Too young to get there
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| No flowers in my hair
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| The records I bought was the closest I ever got
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| To Woodstock |