Lyrics Go Back To Your Woods - Robbie Robertson
Hide
in
the
bayou
under
the
gun
Been
to
the
house
of
the
rising
sun
Come
down
here
trying
to
make
a
connection
Must
have
a
bad
sense
of
direction
Go
back
go
back
to
your
woods
(Go
back
go
back
go
back
to
your
woods)
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back
go
back
go
back
to
your
woods
(Go
back
go
back
to
your
woods)
Carry
a
torch
and
an
old
stiletto
The
sound
of
thunder
all
over
the
ghetto
One-eyed
jacks
and
king
with
the
axe
Come
from
the
wrong
side
of
the
tracks
Go
back
go
back
to
your
woods
(Go
back
go
back
go
back
to
your
woods)
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back
go
back
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back
to
your
woods
(Go
back
go
back
to
your
woods)
When
the
night
goes
down
on
Storyville
If
the
women
don't
get
ya
the
music
will
Catch
a
thrill
You
come
down
here
in
a
four
piece
suit
Pork
pie
hat
and
the
alligator
boots
Keep
jerking
rabbits
outta
your
hat
Now
can
ya
pull
a
disappearing
act
Go
back
go
back
to
your
woods
(Go
back
go
back
go
back
to
your
woods)
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back
go
back
go
back
to
your
woods
(Go
back
go
back
to
your
woods)
When
the
night
goes
down
on
Storyville
If
the
women
don't
get
ya
the
music
will
Get
your
thrills
Go
back
go
back
go
back
to
your
woods
Go
back
go
back
go
back
to
your
woods
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back
go
back
go
back
to
your
woods
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back
go
back
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back
to
your
woods
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back
go
back
to
your
woods
(Go
back
go
back
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back
to
your
woods)
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back
go
back
go
back
to
your
woods
(Go
back
go
back
to
your
woods)
Back
to
your
woods
***?
Names
of
various
Mardi
Gras
Indian
groups?***
Going
downtown
all
turned
around
Before
we
came
into
this
world
We
came
from
a
far
off
land
And
now
we
are
here
to
tell
the
story
And
we
comin
from
way
back,
way
back
We
got
fire
on
the
bayou,
Injuns
here
they
come
From
the
reservations
Here
they
come,
here
they
come
Injuns
here
they
come
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