I have no gripe with city life 
                      But sometimes you need a change of view 
                     So take a little side trip like Henry David did 
                           And get lost for a year or maybe two 
                      
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                           Lost in the woods, lost in the woods 
                        Lost in the woods again 
                        Somebody’s calling me but I can’t hear it 
                      I’m just lost in the woods again 
                        
                      I went to the woods, I strayed from the path 
I came upon my little woodland friends 
                        They seem to say “Oh, coitus interruptus” 
                      Are you lost in the woods again? 
                      Chorus 
                        
                      Some people have a fear of height 
                        Some fear the dark at night 
                        Some fear the woods for fear of losing their way 
                        But I’m just lost in the woods again 
                      Chorus 
                        
                      If you lose your watch you might lose track of the  time 
                        You lose your house key and you’re locked out 
                        But if you lose yourself out in Lynn Woods 
                        That’s what it’s all about 
                      Chorus 
                        
                      Do you want to smell the flowers? 
                        Or see a stand of pine or find the joining place of  pond and brook 
                        Well, you can have it all and if you need 
                        Someone to guide you, I recommend old Stanley Cooke 
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                       Well, you can squeeze through tight places 
                        You can gaze across grand spaces, cool your feet by  the water’s shore 
                          Just take things as they are, hey, is that a burnt  out car 
                        It’s only ninety-nine point forty-four percent pure 
                      Chorus 
                        
                        
                        
                    Courtesy:   Joe Boyd    |