Old Old Woodstock (Van Morrison)

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 Woodstock Feel the cool night breeze Going down to old Woodstock Going down to give my baby a squeeze Going down to old Woodstock Feel the cool night breeze Going down to old Woodstock Way behind the shady trees 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 Woodstock Feel the cool night breeze Going down to old Woodstock Give my child a squeeze Going down to old Woodstock To feel the cool night breeze Going down to old Woodstock Way behind the shady trees Listen, oh don't it get you Get you in your throat 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 Woodstock To feel the cool night breeze Going down to old Woodstock Give my child a squeeze Going down to old Woodstock To feel the cool night breeze Going down to old Woodstock Way behind the shady trees Going down to old Woodstock To feel the cool night breeze Going down to old Woodstock Give my child a squeeze Going down to old Woodstock Way behind the shady trees Way behind the shady trees Way behind the shady trees