The 6th Of January (Yasgur's Farm)

She says, "Maybe it's the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man" 60s playlist and a beer I'm suddenly 16 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 Harpers 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 Harpers Ferry On the 6th of January" And we're driving home And the radio plays "What's Going 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 Harpers Ferry On the 6th of January On the 6th of January"