The boy's up in the hills, with his guitar
Singing about you, oh
The boy's up in the hills, with his guitar
Singing about you still
Your voice plays in my head when I'm in bed
When I'm not feeling confident
I hear it again, my hands on your leg
I'm grinding gears, Grandma went to Woodstock
Grandma went to Woodstock
Singing about you, oh
The boy's up in the hills, with his guitar
Singing about you still
Your voice plays in my head when I'm in bed
When I'm not feeling confident
I hear it again, my hands on your leg
I'm grinding gears, Grandma went to Woodstock
Grandma went to Woodstock
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