Creedence Clearwater Revival - Willy And The Poor Boys (1969) by Creedence Clearwater Revival (보컬) on maniadb.com

Early in the evenin' just about supper time,
Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind.
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up.
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp.

CHORUS:
Down On The Corner, out in the street,
Willy and the Poorboys are playin';
Bring a nickel; tap your feet.

Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile,
Blinky, thumps the gut bass and solos for a while.
Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo.
Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo.

CHORUS

CHORUS

You don't need a penny just to hang around,
But if you've got a nickel, won't you lay your money down?
Over on the corner there's a happy noise.
People come from all around to watch the magic boys.

CHORUS
CHORUS
CHORUS

Oh, it came out of the sky, landed just a little south of Moline
Jody fell out of his tractor, couldn't believe what he seen
Laid on the ground a-shaking, fearing for his life
Then he ran all the way to town, screaming, "It came out of the sky"

Well, a crowd gathered 'round, and a scientist said it was marsh gas
Spiro came and made a speech, about raising the Mars tax
The Vatican said, "Woe, the Lord has come," Hollywood rushed out an epic film
And Ronnie the Popular said, it was a communist plot

Oh, the newspapers came, and made Jody a national hero
Walter and Eric said they'd put him on a network TV show
The White House said, "Put the thing in the Blue Room"
The Vatican said, "No, it belongs to Rome"
Jody said, "It's mine, but you can have it for seventeen million"

Oh, it came out of the sky, landed just a little south of Moline
Jody fell out of his tractor, couldn't believe what he seen
Laid on the ground a-shaking, fearing for his life
Then he ran all the way to town, screaming, "It came out of the sky"

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
In them old cotton fields back home

(At the very faint beginning)

Poorboy Shuffle.
O.K. Is it workin'?
You heard it. Ha-ha-ha!
Hey, Rooster! Hey, Rooster!
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Hey!

(Instrumental)

Hey, look over yonder, out in the rain
Soaking wet fever in my brain
Now I ain't certain which way to go
But I got to move, sure

Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
I'm feeling blue, I'm feeling blue

Hey, look over yonder, behind the wall
They're closin' in, I'm about to fall
Now I'm no coward but I ain't no fool
Feel it in my bones, my book is due

Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
I'm feeling blue, I'm feeling blue

Hey, look over yonder, up in the tree
There's a rope a-hanging just for me
Without a warning, without a warning
Things are piling up to break me down

Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
I'm feeling blue, I'm feeling blue

Hey, look over yonder, out in the street
People laughing by, walking easy
Now I'm no sinner but I ain't no saint
If it's happy, you can say I ain't

Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
Feeling blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
I'm feeling blue, I'm feeling blue
I'm feeling blue, I'm feeling blue
I'm feeling blue, I'm feeling blue
I'm feeling blue, I'm feeling blue

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief",
oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no senator's son,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, no,

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, why don't they help themselves? oh.
But when the taxman come to the door,
Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Yeh, some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, how much should we give,
oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no military son, SON, NO
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, NO NO

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate son, son son son

Who'll take the coal from the mine?
Who'll take the salt from the earth?
Who'll take the leaf and grow it to the tree?
Don't look now; it ain't you or me.

Who'll work the field with his hands?
Who'll put his back to the plow?
Who'll take the mountain and give it to the sea?
Don't look now; it ain't you or me.

Don't look now; someone's done your starvin'.
Don't look now; someone's done your prayin', too.

Who'll make the shoes for your feet?
Who'll make the clothes that you wear?
Who'll take the promise that you don't have to keep?
Don't look now; it ain't you or me.

Well, don't look now; someone's done your starvin'.
Don't look now; someone's done your prayin', too.

Who'll take the coal from the mine?
Who'll take the salt from the earth?
Who'll take the promise that you don't have to keep?
Don't look now; it ain't you or me.

Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring,
And they march you to the table to see the same old thing.
Ain't no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan.
But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man.

CHORUS:
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special shine a everlovin' light on me.

Yonder come miss Rosie, how in the world did you know?
By the way she wears her apron, and the clothes she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand;
She come to see the gov'nor, she wants to free her man.

CHORUS

If you're ever in Houston, well, you better do the right;
You better not gamble, there, you better not fight, at all
Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down.
The next thing you know, boy, Oh! You're prison bound.

CHORUS

CHORUS

Last night
I saw a fire burning on
The palace lawn.
O'er the land,
The humble subjects watched in mixed
Emotion.

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Who is burnin'?
Who is burnin'?
Effigy.
Who is burnin'?
Who is burnin'?
Effigy.

Last night
I saw the fire spreadin' to
The palace door.
Silent majority
Weren't keepin' quiet
Anymore.

CHORUS

Last night
I saw the fire spreadin' to
The countryside.
In the mornin',
Few were left to watch
The ashes die.

CHORUS

Why?
Why?
Why?
Effigy.

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief",
oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no senator's son,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, no,

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, why don't they help themselves? oh.
But when the taxman come to the door,
Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Yeh, some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, how much should we give,
oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no military son, SON, NO
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, NO NO

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate son, son son son

Oh, it came out of the sky, landed just a little south of Moline
Jody fell out of his tractor, couldn't believe what he seen
Laid on the ground a-shaking, fearing for his life
Then he ran all the way to town, screaming, "It came out of the sky"

Well, a crowd gathered 'round, and a scientist said it was marsh gas
Spiro came and made a speech, about raising the Mars tax
The Vatican said, "Woe, the Lord has come," Hollywood rushed out an epic film
And Ronnie the Popular said, it was a communist plot

Oh, the newspapers came, and made Jody a national hero
Walter and Eric said they'd put him on a network TV show
The White House said, "Put the thing in the Blue Room"
The Vatican said, "No, it belongs to Rome"
Jody said, "It's mine, but you can have it for seventeen million"

Oh, it came out of the sky, landed just a little south of Moline
Jody fell out of his tractor, couldn't believe what he seen
Laid on the ground a-shaking, fearing for his life
Then he ran all the way to town, screaming, "It came out of the sky"

Early in the evenin' just about supper time,
Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind.
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up.
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp.

CHORUS:
Down On The Corner, out in the street,
Willy and the Poorboys are playin';
Bring a nickel; tap your feet.

Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile,
Blinky, thumps the gut bass and solos for a while.
Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo.
Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo.

CHORUS

CHORUS

You don't need a penny just to hang around,
But if you've got a nickel, won't you lay your money down?
Over on the corner there's a happy noise.
People come from all around to watch the magic boys.

CHORUS
CHORUS
CHORUS