Woodstock - Liz Rose

Saw it on the news and God it hit me

Hippies dancing around in muddy bare feet

Somebody said they knew somebody who was there

Nothing but peace and understanding

Dropping little hits that they called candy

There I sat a thousand miles from it

Too young for Woodstock

It’s gone and it’s not coming back around

I’ll never feel the sound or dance against the ground

Too young to get there

No flowers in my hair

The records I bought was the closest I ever got

To Woodstock

Daddy said they’re all hopped up on something

I was smoking dope with the window open

Crosby, Stills, and Nash and Janis and The Who

Running round in fringe and patched up blue jeans

Trying to fast-forward right past thirteen

My only comfort was that Joni missed it too

Too young for Woodstock

It’s gone and it’s not coming back around

I’ll never feel the sound or dance against the ground

Too young to get there

No flowers in my hair

The records I bought was the closest I ever got

To Woodstock

Summer of '69, summer of love and peace signs

Brother in Vietnam, and I’m pissed off that I am

Too young for Woodstock

It’s gone and it’s not coming back around

I’ll never feel the sound or dance against the ground

Too young to get there

No flowers in my hair

The records I bought was the closest I ever got

To Woodstock