Tom Russell - East Of Woodstock， West Of Viet Nam
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[00:13.470]I slept through the
[00:14.760]Nineteen Sixties
[00:17.070]I heard Dory
[00:18.570]Previn say
[00:21.780]But me I caught me the great white bird to the shores of
[00:31.770]AfricayWhere
[00:32.040]I lost my adolescent heart to the sound of a talking drum
[00:39.990]Yeah East of
[00:41.280]Woodstock
[00:42.540]West of Vietnam
[00:48.030]And on the roads outside
[00:50.610]Oshogbo Lord
[00:52.770]I fell down on my knees
[00:56.340]There were female spirits in old mud huts iron bells ringing up in the trees
[01:06.930]And an eighty year old white priest she made juju all night long
[01:15.270]Yeah East of
[01:16.500]Woodstock
[01:17.730]West of Vietnam
[01:22.410]Raise high the roof beams carpenter boy yeah we're coming through the rye
[01:31.920]In the cinema
[01:33.300]I saw the man on the moon
[01:36.360]I laughed so hard
[01:38.460]I criedIt was somewhere in those rainy seasons that
[01:46.890]I learned to carve my song
[01:50.700]Yeah East of
[01:51.930]Woodstock
[01:53.100]West of Vietnam
[02:07.380]Oh Africa
[02:09.210]Mother Africa you lay heavy on my breast
[02:15.510]You old cradle of civilization heart of darkness blood and death
[02:25.890]Though we had to play you running scared when the crocodile ate the sun
[02:34.260]Yeah East of
[02:35.460]Woodstock
[02:36.690]West of Vietnam
[02:42.450]Well I think it's going to rain tonight
[02:46.770]I can smell it coming off the sea
[02:50.880]As I sit here reading old
[02:53.430]Graham Greene
[02:54.780]I taste Africa on every page
[03:01.320]Then I close my eyes and see those red clay roads and it's sundown and boys
[03:07.650]I'm goneYeah
[03:09.660]East of Woodstock
[03:12.210]West of Vietnam
[03:16.860]Raise high the roof beams carpenter boy yeah we're coming through the rye
[03:26.100]It was a moveable feast of war and memory a dark old lullaby
[03:36.510]It was the smoke of a thousand camp fires it was the wrong end of a gun
[03:45.210]Yeah East of
[03:46.440]Woodstock
[03:47.730]West of Vietnam
[03:51.330]Yeah East of
[03:54.840]Woodstock
[03:56.100]West of Vietnam
文本歌词
I slept through the
Nineteen Sixties
I heard Dory
Previn say
But me I caught me the great white bird to the shores of
AfricayWhere
I lost my adolescent heart to the sound of a talking drum
Yeah East of
Woodstock
West of Vietnam
And on the roads outside
Oshogbo Lord
I fell down on my knees
There were female spirits in old mud huts iron bells ringing up in the trees
And an eighty year old white priest she made juju all night long
Yeah East of
Woodstock
West of Vietnam
Raise high the roof beams carpenter boy yeah we're coming through the rye
In the cinema
I saw the man on the moon
I laughed so hard
I criedIt was somewhere in those rainy seasons that
I learned to carve my song
Yeah East of
Woodstock
West of Vietnam
Oh Africa
Mother Africa you lay heavy on my breast
You old cradle of civilization heart of darkness blood and death
Though we had to play you running scared when the crocodile ate the sun
Yeah East of
Woodstock
West of Vietnam
Well I think it's going to rain tonight
I can smell it coming off the sea
As I sit here reading old
Graham Greene
I taste Africa on every page
Then I close my eyes and see those red clay roads and it's sundown and boys
I'm goneYeah
East of Woodstock
West of Vietnam
Raise high the roof beams carpenter boy yeah we're coming through the rye
It was a moveable feast of war and memory a dark old lullaby
It was the smoke of a thousand camp fires it was the wrong end of a gun
Yeah East of
Woodstock
West of Vietnam
Yeah East of
Woodstock
West of Vietnam
