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She says, "Maybe it's the time of year
Or maybe it's the time of man
60's playlist and a beer
I'm suddenly sixteen again
What's the future hold in store?
What's it hiding up its sleeve?
All that wide-eyed hope
Were we so naive?"
"Hey mister, where's the road to Yasgur's farm?"
He stares at me with pity and alarm
Says, "That crowd left here long ago
Scattered all to hell and Harper's Ferry
On the 6th of January"
I'm shopping for some groceries
Muzak piped in overhead
They only play the melody
I hear the words John Lennon said
Asking me to imagine
As I fight this cart with crooked wheels
He's either bent over laughing
Or spinning in his Strawberry Fields
Where's the road to Yasgur's farm?
He stares at me with pity and alarm
Says, "That crowd left here long ago
Scattered all to hell and Harper's Ferry
On the 6th of January"
And we're driving home and the radio plays
What's goin' on? Marvin Gaye
Is it right on red or left on MLK
I look ahead and realize we've lost our way
"Hey mister, where's the road to Yasgur's farm?"
He stares at me with pity and alarm
Says, "That crowd left here long ago
Scattered all to hell and Harper's Ferry
On the 6th of January"
On the 6th of January