Letra de Woodstock Guitar

I took the winding road up to Woodstock
Where Dylan and Van and The Band walked before
I saw the graying remnants of glory
Of days filled with music, passion, and war
And in a shop's window hung an old guitar
Like some relic from a bygone age
It called to me "Come! We'll play to the stars
We'll play to the ages!"
My Woodstock guitar
My Woodstock guitar
My Woodstock guitar
And as I strummed, the spirits were conjured
Of those August days, 1969
From all across the nation, they gathered
United in purpose for that fleeting time
Some say it was just excess, all reason and care
And decency left behind
But it was so much more, a collective fist in the air
Clutching the olive branch
My Woodstock guitar
My Woodstock guitar
My Woodstock guitar
They had no answers, no grand scheme
By a force undefined they were drawn to the scene
Their elders helplessly looked on
They thought they would change the world
They believed they were changing the world
The memories stirred as I played on
Of that first glimpse on the silver screen
One after another those icons appeared
And we were forever changed
They thundered and raged, and they played to the stars
They played to the ages
My Woodstock guitar
My Woodstock guitar
My Woodstock guitar
I took the winding road up to Woodstock...