There’s a woman that you ought to know
And she’s coming, singing soft and low
Singing rock n' roll, she’s a joy to know
'Neath the shadow of a soothing hand
I am free there just to make my plans
Dream of faraway lands, anything close at hand
And she will follow me wide, do you know
Familiar places she’s been by, that I know
Could it be, she don’t have to try
And tomorrow, she’s a friend of mine
And the sorrow, I see her face is lined
She’s no longer blind, she’s just hard to find
My favorite Buffalo Springfield song. Used to remind me of an old girlfriend who really was a rock n roll woman. She really was a joy to know and really was hard to find. She eventually became an airline attendant. Never Googled her, I prefer to remember her memory.
The radio clock read 1:45 a.m. Each dotted white line, as it whipped past, marked an increment of distance had passed along my journey home. The speedometer crept upward. From another dimension, an overplayed classic gave way to "Rock and Roll Woman," my mind traveled to another home, the past, and both journeys became memories.
There's a woman that you ought to know
And she's coming, singing soft and low
Singing rock and roll, she's a joy to know
'Neath the shadow of a soothing hand,
I am free there, just to make my plans,
Dream of faraway lands, anything close at hand
And she will follow me wide, do you know
Familiar places she's been by, that I know
Could it be, she don't have to try
And tomorrow, she's a friend of mine
And the sorrow, I see her face is lined
She's no longer blind, she's just hard to find
I remember when I got home in 67, I didnt know who Buffalo Springfeild was. I soon learned that radio free Saigon was not the only station on the radio dial.