I remember walking on Tinker Street without so many cars
No giving way to well-dressed groups of tourists, crowded bars
I remember when just being here was all you could ask for
It’s still a slice of heaven
but it’s not Woodstock anymore
I remember knowing people’s names and where they lived before
Most from New York City
some small room, a padlocked door
We were searching for a spirit once imagined, now ignored
It’s still a slice of heaven
but it’s not Woodstock anymore
Now it’s all about the land
and prices set to soar
What was paid two years ago should double now in four
They come here now, only because East Hampton costs much more It’s still a slice of heaven
but it’s not Woodstock anymore
They come here not for mountain views or crystal streams and lakes
They come here to develop land
and take and take and take
And when the market crashes
they’ll be first ones out the door
It’s still a slice of heaven
but it’s not Woodstock anymore
New money in old families
makes feelings very sore
Brother holds the deed
now he and sister speak no more
He’s just a paper millionaire
same bills he had before
It’s still a slice of heaven
but it’s not Woodstock anymore
Escalating prices make
the children shake their heads
Imagining a better life
when mom and dad are dead
Their parents better off, no doubt when they were young and poor
It’s still a slice of heaven
but it’s not Woodstock anymore
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