Woodstock Generation

Words and Music by Doug Osborne

i came upon a child of god
she was stumblin, mumblin something to me

i asked her where she was going, this she told me

i’m going down to max’s farm, i’ve come here in a fog


cut me loose, got some dust from these dudes

they’ve been here ten years to the day

heard there was a concert - did the Doors really play?

was this the one where he was rude?


Is this the woodstock generation

do we have pepsi on our breath

is this the woodstock generation

or have we caught our death


by the time that we left woodstock

we were half again as weak as the last time we could speak

well this time it’s not a dream to see the bombers poised for their attack

a cowboy’s murderous dreams on our back


should I buy for you, i can see your frustration

you wanna be like mom and dad before it’s too late

drunk and dirty by the 2 it’s their life you hate

but it’s hard, cut off from imagination

© 2015 Douglas W Osborne