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[00:13.470]I slept through the Nineteen Sixties I heard Dory Previn say
[00:21.780]But me I caught me the great white bird to the shores of Africay
[00:31.740]Where I lost my adolescent heart to the sound of a talking drum
[00:40.140]Yeah East of Woodstock West of Vietnam
[00:48.030]And on the roads outside Oshogbo Lord 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 Woodstock West of Vietnam
[01:22.440]Raise high the roof beams carpenter boy yeah we're coming through the rye
[01:31.950]In the cinema I saw the man on the moon I laughed so hard I cried
[01:42.300]It was somewhere in those rainy seasons that I learned to carve my song
[01:50.700]Yeah East of Woodstock West of Vietnam
[02:07.380]Oh Africa 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
[02:34.230]Yeah East of Woodstock West of Vietnam
[02:42.450]Well I think it's going to rain tonight I can smell it coming off the sea
[02:51.000]As I sit here reading old Graham Greene 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 I'm gone
[03:09.720]Yeah East of Woodstock 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 Woodstock West of Vietnam
[03:51.330]Yeah East of Woodstock West of Vietnam