Go Back to Your Woods
(Robbie Robertson)
Hide in the bayou under the gun
Been to the house of the risin’ sun
Come down here try’n to make a connection Must have a bad sense of direction
Go back, go back to the woods
Go back, go back, go back to your woods
Go 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 the woods
Go back, go back, go back to your woods
Go back, go back, go back to your woods
Go back, go back to your woods
When the night goes down on Story Ville
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 rabbit’s outta your hat
Now can ya pull a disappearing act
Go back, go back to the woods
Go back, go back, go back to your woods
Go back, go back, go back to your woods
Go back, go back to your woods
When the night goes down on Story Ville
If the women don’t get ya, the music will get ya a thrill Go back, go back, go back to your woods (6x) Back to your woods