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Artist: Tom Russell
CAPO: 4th Fret
[INTRO]
[C] [G] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C] [G] [F]
[VERSE 1]
"I [C]slept through the Nineteen Sixties"
I heard [F]Dory Previn say
But [C]me, I caught me the great white bird
To the shores of Afri[G]cay
Where I [C]lost my adolescent heart
To the [F]sound of a talking drum
Yeah, [C]east of Woodstock, [G]west of Viet[C]nam [G] [F]
[VERSE 2]
And on the [C]roads outside Oshogbo
Lord, I [F]fell down on my knees
There were [C]female spirits in old mud huts
Iron bells ringing up in the [G]trees
And an [C]eighty-year-old white priestess
She made [F]juju all night long
Yeah, [C]east of Woodstock, [G]west of Viet[C]nam [G] [F]
[CHORUS]
Raise high the [F]roof beams, carpenter boy
Yeah, we’re [C]coming through the rye
In the cinema I saw the man on the moon
I laughed so hard I [G]cried
It was [C]somewhere in those rainy seasons
That I [F]learned to carve my song
Yeah, [C]east of Woodstock, [G]west of Viet[C]nam [G] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C] [G] [F]
[VERSE 3]
Oh [C]Africa, Mother Africa
You lay [F]heavy on my breast
You old [C]cradle of civilization
Heart of darkness blood and [G]death
Though we [C]had to play you, running scared
When the [F]crocodile ate the sun
Yeah, [C]east of Woodstock, [G]west of Viet[C]nam
[VERSE 4]
Well, I think it’s going to rain tonight
I can [F]smell it coming off the sage
As I [C]sit here reading old Graham Greene
I taste Africa on every [G]page
And then I [C]close my eyes and see those red clay roads
It’s [F]sundown, and boys, I’m gone
Yeah, [C]east of Woodstock, [G]west of Viet[C]nam
[CHORUS]
Raise high the [F]roof beams, carpenter boy
Yeah, we’re [C]coming through the rye
It was a moveable feast of war and memory
A dark old lulla[G]by
It was the [C]smoke of a thousand camp fires
It was the [F]wrong end of a gun
Yeah, [C]east of Woodstock, [G]west of Viet[C]nam, ye[F]ah
Yeah, [C]east of Woodstock, [G]west of Viet[C]nam [G] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C]
[INTRO]
[C] [G] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C] [G] [F]
[VERSE 1]
"I [C]slept through the Nineteen Sixties"
I heard [F]Dory Previn say
But [C]me, I caught me the great white bird
To the shores of Afri[G]cay
Where I [C]lost my adolescent heart
To the [F]sound of a talking drum
Yeah, [C]east of Woodstock, [G]west of Viet[C]nam [G] [F]
[VERSE 2]
And on the [C]roads outside Oshogbo
Lord, I [F]fell down on my knees
There were [C]female spirits in old mud huts
Iron bells ringing up in the [G]trees
And an [C]eighty-year-old white priestess
She made [F]juju all night long
Yeah, [C]east of Woodstock, [G]west of Viet[C]nam [G] [F]
[CHORUS]
Raise high the [F]roof beams, carpenter boy
Yeah, we’re [C]coming through the rye
In the cinema I saw the man on the moon
I laughed so hard I [G]cried
It was [C]somewhere in those rainy seasons
That I [F]learned to carve my song
Yeah, [C]east of Woodstock, [G]west of Viet[C]nam [G] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C] [G] [F]
[VERSE 3]
Oh [C]Africa, Mother Africa
You lay [F]heavy on my breast
You old [C]cradle of civilization
Heart of darkness blood and [G]death
Though we [C]had to play you, running scared
When the [F]crocodile ate the sun
Yeah, [C]east of Woodstock, [G]west of Viet[C]nam
[VERSE 4]
Well, I think it’s going to rain tonight
I can [F]smell it coming off the sage
As I [C]sit here reading old Graham Greene
I taste Africa on every [G]page
And then I [C]close my eyes and see those red clay roads
It’s [F]sundown, and boys, I’m gone
Yeah, [C]east of Woodstock, [G]west of Viet[C]nam
[CHORUS]
Raise high the [F]roof beams, carpenter boy
Yeah, we’re [C]coming through the rye
It was a moveable feast of war and memory
A dark old lulla[G]by
It was the [C]smoke of a thousand camp fires
It was the [F]wrong end of a gun
Yeah, [C]east of Woodstock, [G]west of Viet[C]nam, ye[F]ah
Yeah, [C]east of Woodstock, [G]west of Viet[C]nam [G] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C]
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