Summer of Love
I think I'll grow my hair long
To make my life more groovy
Can I go back to Woodstock
Can I go back to Woodstock
To set my soul free?
Remember the talk of revolution
Ain't going to work for Maggie's Farm
Close your ears to lying leaders
They only want to gun you down
Now I'm getting old
And I do what I'm told
But the world ain't got no better
They'll sell you if you let them
I think I'll grow my hair long
To make my life more groovy
Can I go back to Woodstock
Can I go back to Woodstock
To set my soul free?
See the world through a purple haze
Psychedelic, but I question why
So much beauty for open eyes
Excuse me if I don't kiss the sky
Lord above, it was a summer of love
Lord above, it was a summer of love
Sent his soul to Vietnam
Blew his mind and they didn't care
State troopers, we love you man
And we have flowers in our hair
I think I'll grow my hair long
To make my life more groovy
Can I go back to Woodstock
Can I go back to Woodstock
To set my soul free?
They make me live on a little island
They don't like my long-haired friends
They like walls and passing laws
Where's it all gonna end?
Lord above, it was a summer of love
Lord above, it was a summer of love
Now I'm getting old
And I do what I'm told
But the world ain't got no better
They'll sell you if you let them
I think I'll grow my hair long
To make my life more groovy
Can I go back to Woodstock
Can I go back to Woodstock
To set my soul free?
I think I'll grow my hair long ...
To make my life more groovy
Can I go back to Woodstock
Can I go back to Woodstock
To set my soul free?
Remember the talk of revolution
Ain't going to work for Maggie's Farm
Close your ears to lying leaders
They only want to gun you down
Now I'm getting old
And I do what I'm told
But the world ain't got no better
They'll sell you if you let them
I think I'll grow my hair long
To make my life more groovy
Can I go back to Woodstock
Can I go back to Woodstock
To set my soul free?
See the world through a purple haze
Psychedelic, but I question why
So much beauty for open eyes
Excuse me if I don't kiss the sky
Lord above, it was a summer of love
Lord above, it was a summer of love
Sent his soul to Vietnam
Blew his mind and they didn't care
State troopers, we love you man
And we have flowers in our hair
I think I'll grow my hair long
To make my life more groovy
Can I go back to Woodstock
Can I go back to Woodstock
To set my soul free?
They make me live on a little island
They don't like my long-haired friends
They like walls and passing laws
Where's it all gonna end?
Lord above, it was a summer of love
Lord above, it was a summer of love
Now I'm getting old
And I do what I'm told
But the world ain't got no better
They'll sell you if you let them
I think I'll grow my hair long
To make my life more groovy
Can I go back to Woodstock
Can I go back to Woodstock
To set my soul free?
I think I'll grow my hair long ...
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Hiscox, Chris Pearson
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