Versuri 03. Old Old Woodstock

Oh, don't it get you, get you when you?re through 
Feel the breezes blowing all around your coat 
Oh, don't it get you when you gotta roam 
Hear the children singing, 'My daddy's coming home' 
 
Going down to old, old woodstock 
Feel the cool night breeze 
Going down to old, old woodstock 
Going down, give my baby a squeeze 
 
Going down to old, old woodstock 
Feel the cool night breeze 
Going down to old, old woodstock 
Way behind the shady tree 
 
Here I come a swaggering, way on over the ridge 
See the water flowing way beneath the bridge 
And my woman's waiting by the kitchen door 
I'm driving along in my old beat up car 
 
Going down to old, old woodstock 
Feel the cool night breeze 
Going down to old, old woodstock 
Going down, give my child a squeeze 
 
Going down to old, old woodstock 
Feel the cool night breeze 
Going down to old, old woodstock 
Way behind the shady tree 
 
Listen, oh, don't it get you, get you when you?re through 
Feel the breezes blowing, all around your coat 
Lord, don't it get you, when you're bound to roam 
Hear your children sing, 'My Daddy's coming home' 
 
Going down to old, old woodstock 
Feel the cool night breeze 
Going down to old, old woodstock 
Going down, give my child a squeeze 
 
Going down to old, old woodstock 
Feel the cool night breeze 
Going down to old, old woodstock 
Way behind the shady tree