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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Chronicle 2 (2007)
Late last night, I went for a walk,
Down by the river near my home. Couldn't believe, with my own eyes, And I swear I'll never leave my home again. I saw a man walking on the water. Coming right at me from the other side. Calling out my name; "Do not be afraid." Feet begin to run, pounding in my brain; I don't want to go; I don't want to go. No, no, no, no, no... I don't want to go. Mmmmmmm... |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Chronicle 2 (2007)
Oh Susie Q,Oh Susie Q, baby I love you,Susie Q.I like the way you walk,I like the way you talk,I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk, Susie Q.You say that you'll be true,You say that you'll be true,You say that you'll be true,Baby I love you, Susie Q.You say that you'll be mine,You say that you'll be mine,You say that you'll be mine,Baby all the time, Susie Q.Oh Susie Q,Oh Susie Q,Oh Susie Q baby I love you,Susie Q.I like the way you walk,I like the way you talk,I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk, Susie Q
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Chronicle 2 (2007)
Howdy, friend, beggin' your pardon,
Is there somethin' on your mind? You've gone and sold all your belongings, Is that something in your eye? Well, I know you really never Liked the way it all goes down; Go on, Hideaway. What's that you say? We're all bound for the graveyard; Oooh, I wish you well. Think it's gonna rain, Oh, what's the diff'rence, Is there some way I can help? 'Cause you know, I'm gonna miss you When you're gone, oh, Lord, Wish I Could Hideaway Hold on, give yourself a chance, I can hear the leavin' train. All aboard! Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye! Oooh, I wish you well. See you soon, maybe tomorrow. You can never tell; "Cause you know, I'm gonna miss you When you're gone, oh, Wish I could Hideaway Hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, hideaway. Hideaway, hideaway, Hideaway, hideaway. |
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from John Fogerty - Premonition (1998)
Now, when I just was a little boy,
standin to my Daddy's knee, my poppa said "Son, don't let the man get you and do what he done to me." I can remember the fourth of July, runnin' through the backwood bare. And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin', chasin' down a hoodoo there, chasin' down a hoodoo there. Born on the Bayou Born on the Bayou Born on the Bayou Wish I was back on the Bayou, rollin' with some Cajun Queen. Wishin' I were a fast freight train, just a chooglin' on down to New Orleans. Born on the Bayou Born on the Bayou Born on the Bayou I can remember the fourth of July, runnin' through the backwood bare. And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin', chasin' down a hoodoo there, chasin' down a hoodoo there. Born on the Bayou Born on the Bayou Born on the Bayou |
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from John Fogerty - Premonition (1998)
Well, take me back down where cool water flow, yeh.
Let me remember things I love. Stoppin' at the log where catfish bite, walkin' along the river road at night, barefoot girls dancin' in the moonlight. I can hear the bull frog callin' me. Wonder if my rope's still hangin' to the tree. Love to kick my feet way down the shallow water, shoe fly, dragon fly, get back t your mother. Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River. Up at Cody's camp I spent my days, oh, with flat car riders and cross-tie walkers. Old Cody, Junior took me over, said, you're gonna find the world is smould rin an' if you get lost come on home to Green River. |
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from John Fogerty - Premonition (1998)
Oh Suzie Q
Oh Suzie Q Oh Suzie Q Baby I love you Suzie Q I like the way you walk I like the way you talk I like the way you walk I like the way you talk Suzie Q (Guitar solo) Oh say that you´ll be true Oh say that you´ll be true Oh say that you´ll be true and never leave me blue Suzie Q Oh say that you´ll be mine Oh say that you´ll be mine Oh say that you´ll be mine Baby all the time Suzie Q (Guitar solo) Oh, Suzie Q Oh, Suzie Q Oh, Suzie Q, Baby, I love you Suzie Q I like the way you walk I like the way you talk I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk Suzie Q Oh, Suzie Q Oh, Suzie Q Oh, Suzie Q, Baby, I love you Suzie Q |
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from John Fogerty - Premonition (1998)
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine You better stop The things that you're doin' I said "Watch out! I ain't lyin', yeah! I ain't gonna take none of your Foolin' around I ain't gonna take none of your Puttin' me down I put a spell on you Because you're mine All right! I put a spell on you Because you're mine You better stop The things that you're doin' I said "Watch out! I ain't lyin', yeah! I ain't gonna take none of your Foolin' around I ain't gonna take none of your Puttin' me down I put a spell on you Because you're mine All right, yeah! |
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from John Fogerty - Premonition (1998)
I got a feelin' way down inside
I can't shake it, no matter how I try You can't touch it, you just know The earth is gonna shake and the wind is gonna blow Well that's all right This premonition is killin' me But that's all right I must be crazy, I must be seein' things Out on the highway pickin' up clues So much is mis-seen , so much to lose You must be different, been rearranged Can't pin it down but I know it's not the same Well that's all right This premonition is killin' me But that's all right I must be crazy, I must be seein' things (Hit me!) I can't eat, I can't sleep All of a sudden I got witches in my feet It's like waitin' for, the shoe to drop I know it's comin' but I don't know where to stop Well that's all right This premonition is killin' me But it's all right I must be crazy, I must be seein' things Well that's all right This premonition is killin' me But it's all right I must be crazy, I must be seein' things |
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from John Fogerty - Premonition (1998)
Outside my window, I can hear the radio
And I know that motor wagon is ready to fly 'Cause it's almost Saturday night Bye bye, tomorrow, Jody's gone to the rodeo And you know some good ol' boys are ready to ride 'Cause it's almost Saturday night Gonna push the clouds away, let the music have its way Let it steal my heart away, and you know I'm a-goin' Outside, they're ringing, the night train is bringin' me home When you hear that locomotion, get ready to ride 'Cause it's almost Saturday night Gonna push the clouds away, let the music have it's way Let it steal my heart away, and you know I'm a-goin' Outside, they're ringing, the night train is bringin' me home When you hear that locomotion, get ready to ride 'Cause it's almost Saturday night Oh yeah |
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from John Fogerty - Premonition (1998)
Oooh! Ah!
Well, a-here-ee-yup, a-here-ee-yup, a-here we go, Four in the mornin', justa hittin' the road, Here we go-oh! Rockin' all over the world! Yeah. Well, a-geedeeup, a-geedeeup, a-get away, We're goin' crazy, and we're goin' today, here we go-oh! Rockin' all over the world! CHORUS: Well I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I la-la-like it, la-la-la, here we go-oh! Rockin' all over the world! Yeah! Yeah! Well, I'm gonna tell your Mama what your Daddy do, He come out of the night with your dancin' shoes, Here we go-oh! Rockin' all over the world! Yeah. CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS |
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from John Fogerty - Premonition (1998)
I tiptoed in the room
I know you got to have your rest She says, 'Come lay beside me, I've been waitin' since you left' She's sweet to me Must be the luckiest man alive And did I tell you baby You are the joy of my life First time that I saw you Ooh, you took my breath away I might not get to heaven But I walked with the Angels that day She takes me by the hand I am the luckiest man alive And did I tell you baby You are the joy of my life Some may have their riches Some may have their worldly fame Long as I have you I'll treasure each and every day Just take me by the hand I am the luckiest man alive And did I tell you baby You are the joy of my life And did I tell you baby You are the joy of my life |
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from John Fogerty - Premonition (1998)
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. 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. Down On The Corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Down On The Corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet. 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 boy. Down On The Corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Down On The Corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Down On The Corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet. |
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from John Fogerty - Premonition (1998)
Well, a-beat the drum and hold the phone
The sun came out today We're born again, there's new grass on the field A-roundin' third and headed for home It's a brown-eyed handsome man Anyone can understand the way I feel Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to play today Put me in coach, I'm ready to play today Look at me, I can be centerfield Well, I spent some time in the Mudville Nine Watching it from the bench You know I took some lumps, when the mighty Case struck out So say hey, Willie, tell the Cobb And Joe DiMaggio Don't say it ain't so, you know the time is now Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to play today Put me in coach, I'm ready to play today Look at me, I can be centerfield Yeah, I got it, I got it Got a beat-up glove, a home-made bat And a brand new pair of shoes You know I think it's time to give this game a ride Just to hit the ball, and touch 'em all A moment in the sun It's a-gone and you can tell that one good-bye Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to play today Put me in coach, I'm ready to play today Look at me (yeah), I can be centerfield Oh, put me in coach, I'm ready to play today Put me in coach, I'm ready to play today Look at me, gotta be, centerfield Yeah |
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from John Fogerty - Premonition (1998)
Two-lane
Shinin' in the july dust Heat risin' off the road Out in front of my truck Pulled my pick-up over the hill Down the slide gravel through the cat-tails Give me those swamp river days again Sat down in the shade of a cotton wood tree Pretty soon the swamp critters' callin' me Skinny river kids swim in my mind Hucklebums on cane-pole time Give me those swamp river days again Old memories out in the crick Playin' hooky with a hobo stick Old memories startin' to fade Take me away Cody river playin' on the radio Takes me back to a girl I used to know Sweet Susie do you think about me That was good as it's ever gonna be Give me those swamp river days again Give me those swamp river days again |
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from John Fogerty - Premonition (1998)
Ooh, let's go ridin'
Cruisin' down the open road We can put the top down Listen to the radio Big ol' Buick And a big ol' sky Wheels on fire And I'll tell you why I got a hot rod heart Ooh, let's go prowlin' Sneakin' like we used to do Way back in the country Cut across the cornfields too Big ol' Harley And a big ol' moon Big ol' 'gator Puttin' on the zoom I got a hot rod heart Chorus: Got a one-way ticket to the open road Come on Got a red line engine And I'm rarin' to go Put the pedal to the metal If you want to ride If you want to ride Let's go Ooh, let's go ridin' Rollin' down the open road We can put the top down Listen to the radio Big ol' Buick And a big ol' sky Wheels on fire And I'll tell you why I got a hot rod heart |
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from John Fogerty - Premonition (1998)
He take a thunder from the mountain
He take a lightning from the sky He bring a strong man to his begging knee He make a young girl's mama cry You got to hidey-hide You got to jump and run You got to hidey-hidey-hide The old man is down the road He got the voices speak in riddles He got the eye as black as coal He got a suitcase covered with rattlesnake hide And he stands right in the road You got to hidey-hide You got to jump up, run away You got to hidey-hidey-hide The old man is down the road He make the river call your lover He make the barking of the hound Put a shadow 'cross the window When the old man comes around You got to hidey-hide You got to jump and run again You got to hidey-hidey-hide The old man is down the road The old man is down the road Ah, you got to, you got to, you got to hidey-hidey-hide |
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from John Fogerty - Premonition (1998)
I see a bad moon a-rising
I see trouble on the way I see earth quakes and lightnin' I see bad times today Well, don't go 'round tonight But it's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise I hear hurricanes a-blowing I know the end is coming soon I fear the river's over flowing I hear the voice of rage and ruin Well, don't go 'round tonight But it's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise Hope you got your things together I hope you are quite prepared to die Look's like we're in for nasty weather One eye is taken for an eye Well, don't go 'round tonight But it's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise Well, don't go 'round tonight But it's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise |
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from John Fogerty - Premonition (1998)
Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, they're red, whit and blue. And when the band plays "Hail to the chief", they point the cannon right at you. 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. Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord don't they help themselves. But when the tax man comes to the door, Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale. It ain't me, it ain't me. I ain't no millionaire's son. It ain't me, it ain't me. I ain't no fortunate one. Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, Ooh, they send you down to war. And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" They only answer "More! More! More!" It ain't me, it ain't me. I ain't no military son. It ain't me, it ain't me. I ain't no fortunate one. It ain't me, it ain't me. I ain't no Fortunate Son. |
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from John Fogerty - Premonition (1998)
Left a good job in the city,
workin' for the man ev'ry night and day, and I never lost one minute of sleepin' worryin' bout the things that might have been. Big wheels keep on turnin'. Proud Mary keep on burnin' rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis, pumped a lot of pain in New Orleans, but I never saw the good side of the city, till I hitched a ride on a riverboat queen. Big wheels keep on turnin' , Proud Mary keep on burnin' rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. If you come down to the river, bet you gonna find some people who live, you don't have to worry cause you have no money, people on the river are happy to give. Big wheels keep on turnin'. Proud Mary keep on burnin' rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. |
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from John Fogerty - Premonition (1998)
Seven Thirty Seven comin' out of the sky.
Oh! Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride, I wanna move. [Chorus:] Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Yeah! Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, try'in' to get a hand, Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Take me to the hotel, Baggage gone, oh, well. Come on, come on, won't you get me to my room, I wanna move. [Chorus] Listen to the radio, Talkin' 'bout the last show. Someone got excited, Had to call the State Militia, Wanna move. [Chorus] Oh! WOW! Here we come again on a Saturday night Oh with your fussin' and a fightin' Won't you get me to the rhyme, I wanna move. [Chorus] Oh! WOW! Oh! I'm playin' in a Travelin' Band; Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Won't you get me, take me hand Well, I'm playin' in a Travelin' Band, Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land. Tryin' to get a hand, Playin' in a Travelin' Band, OH! WOW! Hey! |
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from Remember The Titans (리멤버 타이탄) by Trevor Rabin [omnibus, ost] (2001)
There's a place up ahead and
I'm going just as fast as my feet can fly Come away, come away if you're going, leave the sinking ship behind. * Come on the rising wind, we're going up around the bend. Ooh! Bring a song and a smile for the banjo, better get while the gettings good, Hitch a ride to the end of the highway where the neons turn to wood. * Repeat Oooh! You can ponder perpetual motion, fix your mind on a crystal day, Always time for a good conversation, there's an ear for what you say. * Repeat Yeah! Oooh! Catch a ride to the end of the highway and we'll meet by the big red tree, There's a place up ahead and I'm going, come along, come along with me. * Repeat Yeah! Do do doo do... |
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from My Girl (마이걸) by James Newton Howard [ost] (1991)
I see the bad moon rising
I see trouble on the way I see earthquakes and lightnin' I see bad times today Don't go 'round tonight It's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise I hear hurricanes a blowin' I know the end is commin' soon I fear rivers over flowing I hear the voice of rage and ruin Hope you got your things together Hope you are quite prepared to die Looks like we'er in for nasty weather One eye is taken for an eye |
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from John Fogerty - Revival (2007)
Looking out across this town
Kinda makes me wonder how All the things that made us great Got left so far behind This used to be a peaceful place Decent folks, hard working ways Now they hide behind locked doors Afraid to speak their mind I think we need a gunslinger Somebody tough to tame this town I think we need a gunslinger There'll be justice all around Someone let the fences go While that bunch moved in, you know Shooting up the streets Shoutin' everybody down The dogs all running loose Wreck the paper Closed the school Tired ol' judge got roughed up too No one left to make a stand They whisper, "what's the use" I think we need a gunslinger Somebody tough to tame this town I think we need a gunslinger There'll be justice all around I think we need a gunslinger Somebody tough to tame this town Think we need a gunslinger There'll be justice all around I think we need a gunslinger Somebody tough to tame this town I think we need a gunslinger There'll be justice all around |
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from John Fogerty - Revival (2007)
Daddy had a band
Playing him a little guitar Travel in a van Livin' that rock and roll Night after night People comin' up to the bandstand Say you can't go wrong If you play a little bit of that Creedence song It was late one night Cruisin' on down the interstate Stopped into a diner To get him some chili and fries Heard the waitress tell a guy Standin' over by the jukebox Yeah, you can't go wrong If you play a little bit of that Creedence song Do do Do do Do do Yeah But daddy took a shine Little girl behind the counter She was moving her hips to the swamp beat Right on time Said could he play somethin' Over there on the jukebox She said you can't go wrong If you play a little bit of that Creedence song Daddy had a plan He asked that girl to marry With a brand new wife They're living on rock & roll Night after night She whispers oh so sweetly Hey you can't go wrong If you play a little bit of that Creedence song Yeah, you can't go wrong if you play a little bit of that Creedence song Do do Do do Do do Well |
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from John Fogerty - Revival (2007)
If I was a gambling man
Never would'a let you play your hand With a broken down cowboy like me 'Cause you never can trust your luck He's bad news in a pickup truck That broken down cowboy like me He's played every card he's got Had a good hand but he messed it up With that bum-around, tumble-down heart Saddlebags full of pain Carries 'em around Just like a middle name A losin' streak waitin' for dark Oh, he'll string you along Sing you a lonesome song But he'll wind up alone Again No matter how hard you try Never going to let you get inside That tumble-down broken down heart It's a tough riding rodeo Mean horse threw him Long time ago A broken down cowboy like me But the way I feel about you Wouldn't want that horse To hurt you too A broken down cowboy like me Oh, he'll string you along Sing you a lonesome song But he'll wind up alone Again If I was a gambling man Never would'a let you play that hand With a broken down cowboy like me |
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from John Fogerty - Revival (2007)
The river is waiting
Come rise up A new day is dawning Come rise up We be sailin' at first light Come gather Set our course for the crossing Together Sail on, sail on The river is waiting Sail on The river is waitin' I'm ready To slip from this island I'm ready Gonna leave all my sorrow Behind me Lift my face to the new day That's rising Sail on, sail on The river is waiting Sail on |
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from John Fogerty - Revival (2007)
Georgie's in the jungle
Knockin' on the door Come to get your children Wants to have a war Come on Lord you'd better run Be a long dark night Before this thing is done Brownie's in the outhouse Katrina on the line Government's a disaster But Georgie, he says it's fine Come on Lord you'd better run Be a long dark night Before this thing is done Rummie's in the kitchen Messin' with the pans Dickie's in the back Stealin' everything he can Come on Lord you'd better run Be a long dark night Before this thing is done You better run You better run Lord you better run Lord you better run Runnin' down the highway Shoutin' to the Lord Georgie's got religion And you know we can't Afford more years Come on Lord you'd gotta run Be a long dark night Before this thing is done Be a long dark night Before this thing is done |
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from John Fogerty - Revival (2007)
It was the summer of love
Freedom was in the air Young people everywhere So many questions if you dare It was the summer of love Stand back it will blow your mind Never seen such a powerful time Universe about to unwind Reach out your arms Touch the moon, touch the sky Face to the wind To be free It was the summer of love So many people on the move Flower children lookin' for the truth Will they find it or just excuse Reach out your arms Touch the moon, touch the sky Face to the wind To be free |
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from John Fogerty - Revival (2007)
Well the flower was made for beauty
And the bee was made to sting All around this world Honey it's a natural thing It can shake the high and mighty Bring a strong man to his knees All around this world Honey it's a natural thing When a man gets up in the morning He got to find that tiger to tame All around this world You know it's a natural thing But a man alone ain't nothin' Every Tarzan needs a Jane All around this world Honey it's a natural thing Well the little girls lookin' so pretty They make a poor man feel like a king All around this world Honey it's a natural thing It drive a man to cross the desert Or risk his life on a stormy sea All around this world Yeah it's a natural thing Well the flower was made for beauty And the bee was made to sting All around this world Honey it's a natural thing All around this world Honey it's a natural thing |
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from John Fogerty - Revival (2007)
There go your big black limousine
Shakin' your booty for the magazine Pickin' and posing like a wannabe It ain't right It ain't right Such a waste of life Maybe you forgot how we live down here People work hard for the money dear You had such a hard day lookin' at the mirror It ain't right It ain't right Honey such a waste of life Another long weekend with your friends I thought that party would never end Well at the old rehab and gone again It ain't right It ain't right Honey such a waste of life Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba, yeah! There go your big black limousine |
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from John Fogerty - Revival (2007)
I can't take it no more
I can't take it no more I'm sick and tired of your dirty little war I can't take it no more You know you lied about the casualties You know you lied about the WMD's You know you lied about the detainees All over this world Stop talking about staying the course You keep-a-beating that old dead horse You know you lied about how we went to war I can't take it no more I can't take it I can't take it I bet you never saw the ol' school yard I bet you never saw the national guard Your daddy wrote a check and there you are Another fortunate son I can't take it no more I can't take it no more I'm sick and tired of your dirty little war I can't take it no more I can't take it no more I can't take it no more I'm sick and tired of your dirty little war I can't take it no more |
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from John Fogerty - Revival (2007)
I been all around the world
Searching for my baby Tell me where can she be Lookin' high and low Way back in Kokomo It's still a mystery Somebody help me She don't want me no more Somebody help me I can't do this alone I crossed the Great Wall of China Spent my last dime Way down the Amazon Swam the Indian Ocean Been up in Nova Scotia Where has my baby gone Somebody help me There's somethin' goin' wrong Somebody help me I can't do this alone I keep walkin' the backstreets Tryin' to find my baby I keep chasin' the shadows She don't want me no more Don't want me no more I went home to Pocatello Idaho Can I find a familiar face Askin' everybody, everyone I know She disappeared without a trace Somebody help me She don't want me no more Somebody help me I can't do this alone Somebody help me There's somethin' goin' wrong Somebody help me I can't do this alone |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - The Concert [live] (1980)
Now, when I was just a little boy,
Standin' to my Daddy's knee, My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you Do what he done to me." 'Cause he'll get you, 'Cause he'll get you now, now. And I can remember the fourth of July, Runnin' through the backwood, bare. And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin', Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. CHORUS: Born On The Bayou; Born On The Bayou; Born On The Bayou. Wish I was back on the Bayou. Rollin' with some Cajun Queen. Wishin' I were a fast freight train, Just a chooglin' on down to New Orleans. CHORUS Do it, do it, do it, do it. Oh, Lord. Oh get back boy. I can remember the fourth of July, Runnin' through the backwood bare. And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin', Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. CHORUS All right! Do, do, do, do. Mmmmmmm, oh. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - The Concert [live] (1980)
Well, take me back down where cool water flows, yeah.
Let me remember things I love, Stoppin' at the log where catfish bite, Walkin' along the river road at night, Barefoot girls dancin' in the moonlight. I can hear the bullfrog callin' me. Wonder if my rope's still hangin' to the tree. Love to kick my feet 'way down the shallow water. Shoefly, dragonfly, get back to your mother. Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River. Welllllll! Up at Cody's camp I spent my days, oh, With flat car riders and cross-tie walkers . Old Cody, Junior took me over, Said, "You're gonna find the world is smould'rin'. And if you get lost come on home to Green River." Welllllll! Come on home. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - The Concert [live] (1980)
Tombstone Shadow, stretchin' across my path.
Tombstone Shadow, stretchin' across my path. Ev'ry time I get some good news, Ooh, There's a shadow on my back. Saw the gypsy man, 'way down in San Berdoo. Said, I saw the gypsy man, 'way down in San Berdoo. Five dollars on the table, Ooh, Keep me 'way from my tomb. Oh! Oh! Said I got thirteen months of bad luck, Bound to be some pain. Don't you do no trav'lin', Fly in no machines. Tombstone Shadow, stretchin' across my path. Ev'ry time I get some good news, Ooh, There's a shadow on my back. The man gave me a luck charm, Cost five dollars more, Said, "Put some on your pillow, and put some on your door." He said, "Take a long vacation, Ooh, For thirteen months or more." Oh, Lord! Tombstone Shadow, stretchin' across my path. Tombstone Shadow, stretchin' across my path. Ev'ry time I get some good news, Ooh, There's a shadow on my back. Oh, oh, Lord! Oh, Lord! |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - The Concert [live] (1980)
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. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - The Concert [live] (1980)
CHORUS:
Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Yeah! Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, try'in' to get a hand, Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Take me to the hotel, Baggage gone, oh, well. Come on, come on, won't you get me to my room, I wanna move. CHORUS Listen to the radio, Talkin' 'bout the last show. Someone got excited, Had to call the State Militia, Wanna move. CHORUS Oh! WOW! Here we come again on a Saturday night Oh with your fussin' and your fightin' Won't you get me to there right, I wanna move. CHORUS Oh! WOW! Oh! I'm playin' in a Travelin' Band; Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Won't you give us all a hand Well, I'm playin' in a Travelin' Band, Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land. Tryin' to get a hand, Playin' in a Travelin' Band, OH! WOW! Hey! |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - The Concert [live] (1980)
Long as I remember,
The rain been comin' down. Clouds of myst'ry pourin' Confusion on the ground. Good men through the ages Tryin' to find the sun. And I wonder, Still I wonder Who'll stop the rain. I went down Virginia, Seekin' shelter from the storm. Caught up in the fable, I watched the tower grow. Five-year plans and new deals Wrapped in golden chains. And I wonder, Still I wonder Who'll stop the rain. Heard the singers playin', How we cheered for more? The crowd had rushed together Tryin' to keep warm. Still the rain kept pourin', Fallin' on my ears. And I wonder, Still I wonder Who'll stop the rain. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - The Concert [live] (1980)
I see the bad moon rising
I see trouble on the way I see earthquakes and lightnin' I see bad times today Don't go 'round tonight It's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise I hear hurricanes a blowin' I know the end is commin' soon I fear rivers over flowing I hear the voice of rage and ruin Hope you got your things together Hope you are quite prepared to die Looks like we'er in for nasty weather One eye is taken for an eye |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - The Concert [live] (1980)
Left a good job in the city,
Workin' for The Man ev'ry night and day, And I never lost one minute of sleepin', Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been. 밤낮으로 보스를 위해 일하던 도시의 "좋은 직장"을 관뒀어요. 그리곤 [관두지 않았다면] 내 삶이 어땠을까 걱정하며 단 일분도 잠을 설치지 않았죠. CHORUS: Big wheel keep on turnin', Proud Mary keep on burnin', Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. 큰 바퀴는 계속 돌고 프라우드 매리는 계속 나아가요. 강을 타고 타고 타고 내려가면서. Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis, Pumped a lot of 'pane down in New Orleans, But I never saw the good side of the city, 'Til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen. 멤피스에서는 그릇도 많이 닦았고 뉴 오올리언스에서는 프로페인도 많이 넣어줬어요 하지만 내가 배의 여왕을 얻어 타고 강따라 내려가기전에는 도시의 좋은 점을 본적이 없어요. CHORUS Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. 후렴 강을 타고 타고 타고 내려가요. If you come down to the river, Bet you gonna find some people who live. You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money, People on the river are happy to give. 당신이 만약 (언젠가) 강으로 오시면 (배를 타시면) 진정 살아있는 사람들을 볼거에요. 돈이 없다고 걱정할 필요없어요. 강에 있는 (배를 탄) 사람들은 기꺼이 도와줄테니까요. CHORUS Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. 후렴 강을 타고, 타고, 타고 내려가요 강을 타고, 타고, 타고 내려가요 강을 타고, 타고, 타고 내려가요 |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - The Concert [live] (1980)
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 |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - The Concert [live] (1980)
Traffic in the city turns my head around.
No, no, no, no, no. Backed up on the freeway, backed up in the church, Ev'rywhere you look there's a frown, frown. CHORUS: Com, commotion, Git, git, git, gone. Com, commotion, Git, git, git, gone. People keep atalkin', they don't say a word. Jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw. Talk up in the White House, talk up to your door, So much goin' on I just can't hear. CHORUS Hurryin' to get there so you save some time. Run, run, run, run, run. Rushin' to the treadmill, rushin' to get home, Worry 'bout the time you save, save. CHORUS |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - The Concert [live] (1980)
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 fork up in the pan; But you better not complain, boy, You get in trouble with the man. 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 ever-lovin' 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. 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 ever-lovin' light on me. If you're ever in Houston, Well, you better do the right, You better not gamble, Yeah, 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. Oh, let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Oh, let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a ever-lovin' 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 light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a ever-lovin' light on me. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - The Concert [live] (1980)
You know the night time, oh, is the right time
To be with the one you love. I said the night time, ooh, is the right time To be with the one you love. I said the night time, ooh, is the right time To be with the one you love. Baby, I said a baby, Baby, come on and drive me crazy, Lord, You know I love you; always thinkin' of you. Hey, baby; oh, I said a baby. You know the night time is the right time To be with the one you love. Aaaah! I said the night time oh, is the right time To be with the one you love. I said the night time, ooh, is the right time To be with the one you love. I said the night time oh, is the right time To be with the one you love. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - The Concert [live] (1980)
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 |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - The Concert [live] (1980)
CHORUS:
Keep on Chooglin' Keep on Chooglin' Keep on Chooglin' Chooglin', Chooglin'. Maybe you don't understand it. But if you're a natural man, You got to ball and have a good time And that's what I call Chooglin'. Here comes Mary lookin' for Harry, She gonna choogle tonight. Here comes Louie, works in the sewer, He gonna choogle tonight. CHORUS (primal screaming) CHORUS If you can choose it, who can refuse it, Y'all be chooglin' tonight. Go on, take your pick, right from the git go, You gotta choogle tonight. CHORUS (more screaming) Oh, we're Creedence! Clearwater! Revival! |
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from John Fogerty - The Blue Ridge Rangers (2006)
When I was young and in my prime (in my prime!),
I left my home in Caroline. Now all I do is sit and pine, for all those folks I left behind. I got the Blue Ridge mountain blues, and I sat right here to say, "My grip is packed to travel, and I'm back to ramble, To my Blue Ridge far away." I'm goin' to stay right by my Pa, I'm goin' to do right by my Ma, I'll hang around the cabin door, no work or worry anymore. I got the Blue Ridge mountain blues, goin' to see my old oak tree, Gonna hunt the possum where the corn cob blossom, In my Blue Ridge far away. Woo! I see a haze of snowy white, I see a window with light, I seem to hear them both sigh, "Where is my wand'rin boy tonight?" I got the Blue Ridge mountain blues, and I stay right here to say, "Every day I'm countin' 'til I climb that mountain, In my Blue Ridge far away." |
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from John Fogerty - The Blue Ridge Rangers (2006)
(omitting background choir)
Ohhhh, when he calls my name, I will ah-ah-a-answer, When he calls, calls me yeah, I will ah-ah-a-answer, When he calls my name, I will ah-ah-a-answer, Wanna be somewhere, yeah lord, call my name! I wanna be somewhere, lord, yeah lord call my name. Wanna be somewhere-hair yeah lord call my name. On that day we shall rise, wipe the tears from my eyes, I wanna be somewhere, yeah lord call my name! Mmm, I say lord, you know I don't have no friend like you, If heaven's not my home, please tell me what shall I do? Somebody sendin' for your child to lay heaven, oh but soon I'm goin' to be somewhere, yeah call my name. Oh, I wanna be somewhere, lord when he calls my name, I wanna be somewhere, lord when he calls, calls my name, Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down, sometimes leveled to the ground, I wanna be somewhere, somewhere! somewhere! somewhere! Somewhere! somewhere! somewhere! Call my name, my name. |
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from John Fogerty - The Blue Ridge Rangers (2006)
I lay here at night, toss and I turn, lovin' you so, how my heart yearns,
Honey, you're the reason I don't sleep at night. A-justa walkin' the floor, thinkin' of you, smoke cigarettes, and drink all day too, Honey, you're the reason I can't sleep at night. I'm bettin' you're not losin' sleep over me, but if I'm wrong don't fail to call, Come over and keep me-hee company. Sometimes I go for a walk, look at the moon, strum my guitar to some old lonesome tune, Honey, you're the reason I can't sleep at night. I'm bettin' you're not losin' sleep over me, yeah but if I'm wrong don't fail to call, Come over and keep me-hee company. Sometimes I go for a walk, look at the moon, strum my guitar and sing out of tune, Honey, you're the reason I can't sleep at night. Honey, you're the reason I can't sleep at night. Honey, you're the reason I can't sleep at night. |
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from John Fogerty - The Blue Ridge Rangers (2006)
Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh.
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou. My Yvonne, sweetest one, me oh my oh. Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou. CHORUS: Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio. Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo, Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou. Thibodeaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin', Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen. Dress in style, go hog wild, and be gayo. Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou. CHORUS: Oh, guitar! CHORUS Oh, Lord! Hang tight, ooh Lord! Ah, take it out. He's comin', ah! |
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from John Fogerty - The Blue Ridge Rangers (2006)
Just because I asked a friend about her, just because I spoke her name somewhere,
Just because I dialled her number by mistake today, she thinks I still care. Just because I haunt the same old places, where the memory of her lingers everywhere, Just because I'm not the happy guy I used to be, she thinks I still care. Oh if she's happy thinkin' I still need her, then let that silly notion bring her cheer, Oh how could she ever be so foolish, and where would she get such an idea? Just because I asked a friend about her, just because I spoke her name somewhere, Just because I saw her, then went all to pieces, she thinks I still care. She thinks I still caaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaare. |
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from John Fogerty - The Blue Ridge Rangers (2006)
I'm goin' to California, where they sleep out every night, yeah.
I'm goin' to California, where they sleep out every night, yeah. I'm leavin' you, Mama, 'cause you know you don't treat me right. Let me tell you somethin', Mama that you don't know, Let me tell you somethin', good gal that you don't know, Yeah, I'm a do-right Papa, and got a home everywhere I go. I got the California blues, and I'm sure gonna leave here, Lord, Lord. I got the California blues, and I'm sure gonna leave you here, I may rob you blind, I ain't got not railroad fare. Come on in here. Listen to me, Mama, while I sing this song, Lord. Listen to your Daddy sing you this lonesome song. You got me worried now, but I won't be worried long. I got the California blues, and I'm sure gonna leave here, hey, hey, hey. I got the California blues, and I'm sure gonna leave you here, I may rob you blind, I ain't got not railroad fare. Honey, get over here. |
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from John Fogerty - The Blue Ridge Rangers (2006)
(omitting the background "chorus")
I'm workin' on a building, I'm workin' on a building, I'm workin' on a building, for my Lord, for my Lord. If IIIIIIIIIIIIII were a drunkard, tell you what I'd do, I'd quit my drinkin', and work on a building too. CHORUS: I'm workin' on a building, I'm workin' on a building, I'm workin' on a building, for my Lord, for my Lord. It'a a Holy Ghost building, It'a a Holy Ghost building, It'a a Holy Ghost building, for my Lord, for my Lord. If IIIIIIIIIIIIII were a gambler, tell you what I'd do, I'd quit my gamblin', and I'd work on a building too. CHORUS If IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII were a preacher, tell you what I'd do, I'd keep on preachin', and I'd work on a building too. CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS |
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from John Fogerty - The Blue Ridge Rangers (2006)
Have Thine own way, Lord, have Thine own way,
Thou art the potter, I am the clay, Mold me and make me, after Thy will, While I am waiting, yielded and still. Have Thine own way, Lord, have Thine own way, Search me and try me, Master today, Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now, As in Thy presence humbly I bow. Have Thine own way, Lord, have Thine own way, Wounded and weary, help me I pray, Power, all power, surely is Thine, Touch me and heal me, Saviour divine. Have Thine own way, Lord, have Thine own Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. |
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from John Fogerty - The Blue Ridge Rangers (2006)
Wellllllll, I ain't never, I ain't never, seen nobody like you,
No no never, have I ever, seen nobody like you-oo-oo. You call me up, say you'll meet me at nine, I have to hurry, hurry, but I'm there on time, I walk right up and knock on your door, The landlord says "She ain't here no more." CHORUS: I ain't never, oh darlin', seen nobody like you-oo-oo, But I love ya, yeah I love ya, I love you just the same. Well, you tell me things that you don't mean, You got me livin' in a haunted dream, You make me do things, I don't wanna do, My friends they stay away, but what's so wrong with you? CHORUS: I love you just the same. |
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from John Fogerty - The Blue Ridge Rangers (2006)
Well, hearts made of stone
Will never break And the love you give It just won't take You can ask 'em "Please, please, please, please break" And all of your love Is theirs to take Well, hearts of stone Will cause you pain Although you love them They'll stop you just the same You can ask 'em "Please, please, please, please break" And all of your love Is theirs to take But they'll say "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Everybody knows I thought you knew Hearts are made of stone" Whoa! Well, hearts of stone Will cause you pain Although you love them They'll stop you just the same You can ask 'em "Please, please, please, please please" And all of your love Is theirs to take Yeah! But they'll say "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Everybody knows I thought you knew Hearts are made of stone" |
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from John Fogerty - The Blue Ridge Rangers (2006)
CHORUS:
Well, today I started lovin' you again, I'm right back where I've really always been. I got over you just long enough, to let my heartache mend, Then today, I started lovin' you again. What a fool I was to think I could get by, With only these few million tears I've cried. I should have known the worst was yet to come, And that cryin' time for me, had just begun. CHORUS |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Country (2006)
CHORUS:
I'm lookin' for a reason to stay. I'm all wound up and tied in knots today. I'm lookin' for a reason not to go. When the morning comes, I'll be on my way. Ev'ry night I ask myself again Just what it was that made our dream begin. It seemed like a good idea way back then. But I'm wond'rin' now what daydream took me in. CHORUS Yesterday I tried once more to find A way to share the trouble on my mind. It seems like you turn away ev'ry time. I used to like it here, I can't remember why. CHORUS CHORUS |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Country (2006)
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. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Country (2006)
Just about a year ago I set out on the road
Seekin' my fame and fortune Looking for a pot of gold Things got bad and things got worse I guess you will know the tune Oh, lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again Rode in on the greyhound I'll be walkin' out if I go I was just passin' through Must be seven months or more I ran out of time and money Looks like they took my friends Oh, lord, stuck in Lodi again Man from a magazine Said I was on my way Somwhere I lost connection Ran out of songs to play I came into town a one-night stand Looks like my plans fell through Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again If I only had a dollar for every song I've sung Every time I had to play while people sat there drunk You know I'd catch the next train Back to where I live Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Country (2006)
Yes, my baby left me
Never said a word. Was it something I done, Something that she heard? You know, she left me; My baby left me. My baby even left me Never said a word. But I stand at my window, Wring my hands and cry. I hate to lose that woman, Hate to say goodbye. You know, she left me; My baby left me. My baby even left me Never said goodbye. Play it, Blues Boy! And now, one of these mornings, Lord, it won't be long, You'll look for me, and baby, Daddy will be gone. You know, she left me; My baby left me. My baby even left me Never said a word. Lord, I stand at my window, Wring my hands and moan. All I know is that The one I love is gone. You know, she left me; My baby left me. My baby even left me Never said goodbye. My baby even left me Never said goodbye. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Country (2006)
I said 'Hello Mary Lou, Goodbye heart,
Sweet Mary Lou, I'm so in love with you I knew Mary Lou, We'd never part So Hello Mary Lou, Goodbye heart.' Passed me by one sunny day, flashed those big brown eyes my way And oo I wanted you forever more I'm not one that gets around, swear my feet stuck to the ground And though I never did meet you before I said 'Hello Mary Lou, Goodbye heart, Sweet Mary Lou, I'm so in love with you I knew Mary Lou, We'd never part So Hello Mary Lou, Goodbye heart.' Saw your lips I heard your voice, believe me I just had no choice, Wild horses couldn't make me stay away. Thought about a moonlit night, my arms around you good an' tight, That's all I had to see for me to say. 'Hello Mary Lou, Goodbye heart, Sweet Mary Lou, I'm so in love with you I knew Mary Lou, We'd never part So Hello Mary Lou, Goodbye heart. So Hello Mary Lou, Goodbye heart. Yes, Hello Mary Lou, Goodbye heart.' |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Country (2006)
Move,
Down the road I go. Move, Down the road I go. There's mud in the water, Roach in the cellar, Bugs in the sugar, Mortgage on the home, Mortgage on the home. There's garbage on the sidewalk, Highways in the backyard, Police on the corner, Mortgage on the car, Mortgage on the car. Move, Down the road I go. They're selling independence, Actors in the White House, Acid in digestion, Mortgage on my life, Mortgage on my life. Move, Down the road I go. Ramble tamble, Ramble tamble, Ramble tamble. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Country (2006)
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 |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Country (2006)
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself.
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself. You say I've been buyin' another woman clothes, But you've been talkin' to someone else. I called your mama 'bout three or four nights ago. I called your mama 'bout three or four nights ago. Your mama said, "Son, Don't call my daughter no more." Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself. Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself. You say I've been buyin' another woman clothes, But you've been takin' money from someone else. Come on back home, baby, try my love one more time. Come on back home, baby, try my love one more time. You've been gone away so long; I'm just about to lose my mind. Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself. Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself. You say I've been buyin' another woman clothes, But you've been talkin' to someone else. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Country (2006)
Wrote a song for everyone
Met myself a comin’ county welfare line. I was feelin’ strung out, Hung out on the line. Saw myself a goin’, down to war in June. All I want, All I want is to write myself a tune. CHORUS: Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. Got myself arrested, Wound me up in jail. Richmond ‘bout to blow up, Communication failed. If you see the answer, now’s the time to say. All I want, All I want is to get you down to pray. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. Saw the people standin’ thousand years in chains. Somebody said it’s diff’rent now, look, it’s just the same. Pharoahs spin the message, round and round the truth. They could have saved a million people, How can I tell you? Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Country (2006)
Hey, baby, jump over here;
When you do the ooby dooby, I gotta be there. Ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, Ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, Ooby dooby-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah. Well, you wiggle to the left, you wiggle to the right, You do the ooby dooby with all your might. Ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, Ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, Ooby dooby-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah. Well, you wiggle an' you shake like a big rattlesnake; You do the Ooby Dooby till you think you're gonna break. Ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, Ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, Ooby dooby-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah. I'm movin' and struttin' 'cause now I know How to do the ooby dooby, baby, let's go. Ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, Ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, Ooby dooby-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Country (2006)
I went down to the station
Just to take a ride. I went down to the station Just to take a ride. Found myself on a flat-car Yesterday behind. Pullin' out from the platform, There was no brass band. I pulled out from the platform; Nobody raised a hand. And there were no tears of regret From my runaway train, Train, train, train, train. Got no sand in my pocket, You know, I ain't tied down. Ain't no sand in my pocket, Never do sit down. I'm just a cross-tie walker Where the freight trains run, Run, run, run, run. If you see me a-comin', Don't you waste my time. If you see me a-comin', Don't you waste my time. 'Cause there's more miles between us Than the Santa Fe Line. Run, run, run, run. Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm. Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm... |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Country (2006)
Just got home from Illinois,
Lock the front door, oh, boy! Got to sit down, Take a rest on the porch. Imagination sets in, Pretty soon I'm singin'. Doo, doo, doo, Lookin' out my back door. There's a giant doing cartwheels, A statue wearin' high heels. Look at all the happy Creatures dancing on the lawn. A Dinosaur Victrola List'ning to Buck Owens. Doo, doo, doo, Lookin' out my back door. Tambourines and elephants Are playing in the band. Won't you take a ride On the flyin' spoon? Doo, doo-doo. Wond'rous apparition Provided by magician. Doo, doo, doo, Lookin' out my back door. Tambourines and elephants Are playing in the band. Won't you take a ride On the flyin' spoon? Doo, doo-doo. Bother me tomorrow, Today I'll buy no sorrows. Doo, doo, doo, Lookin' out my back door. Forward troubles Illinois, Lock the front door, oh, boy! Look at all the happy Creatures dancing on the lawn. Bother me tomorrow, Today I'll buy no sorrows. Doo, doo, doo, Lookin' out my back door. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Country (2006)
The sun came up and pushed away the clouds.
Stumbled back to my room, really don't know how. I won't wake up 'til this afternoon, Been out walkin' all night again. Stranger here try'n' to have fun; Far from home, it's just begun. Give out the warm; it comes back cold. Oh, God, I need someone to hold. The coffee's cold, it's gonna have to do. My feet are shot, feelin' hungry too. People don't have a thing to say, Feel your dignity slip away. Won't wake up 'til this afternoon To waste a time, 'cause there's nothing new. Give out the warm; it comes back cold. Oh, God, I need someone to hold. Give out the warm; it comes back cold. Oh, God, I need someone to hold. A city nice as this one should be kind. It pushed me down, really don't know why. When I wake up this afternoon, Another day to make it through, Might get lucky and find a dime, Things don't change, gonna give up tryin'. Give out the warm; it comes back cold. Oh, God, I need someone to hold. Give out the warm; it comes back cold. Oh, God, I need someone to hold. Give out the warm, it comes back cold. Give out the warm, it comes back cold. Give out the warm, it comes back cold. Give out the warm, it comes back cold. Give out the warm, it comes back cold... |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Country (2006)
Playin' a pavilion on the outskirts of town,
Playin' where my roller derby rolls. Just a part-time music man, A-nobody at the plant, I'm tearin' up the country with a song. Mom and Papa told me, "Son, you gotta go to school; Only way to make the fam'ly proud." I paid no attention, left my books at home, Rather play my music real loud. Tearin' up the country with a song, Tearin' up the country with a song. I paid no attention, left my books at home, Rather play my music real loud. Play it loud, now! Woo! Tearin' up the country with a song, Tearin' up the country with a song. I paid no attention, left my books at home, Rather play my music real loud. Ran into a dry spell, seemed nowhere to go. Good luck turned the tide, I'm on my way. I remember loadin' big trucks When the summer sun was hot, You know, I could still be there, but I'm not. Tearin' up the country with a song, Tearin' up the country with a song. I remember loadin' big trucks When the summer sun was hot, You know, I could still be there, but I'm not. Tearin' up the country with a song, I'm tearin' up the country with a song. 'Member loadin' big trucks When the summer sun was hot, You know, I could still be there, but I'm not. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Country (2006)
It's just a thought,
But I've noticed somethin' strange, Gettin' harder to explain. All the years are passin' by and by; Still I don't know What makes it go. Who said to wait and you'll see? It's just a thought, But I wondered if you knew That the song up there is you. They can't take it from you If you don't give it away, Don't give it away. Ooh, it's given away. It's just a thought, But the word has come too late, That a bad idea will take Just about a lifetime to explain, And don't you see? Good one's gonna be much longer. Who's gonna wait just to see? |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Clearwater Revival (1968)
I put a spell on you Because you're mine
Stop the things you do Watch out, I ain't lying I can't stand No running around I can't stand And no putting me down I put a spell on you Because you're mine Stop the things you do Watch out, I ain't lying I love you, I love you I love you anyhow I don't care if you don't want me I'm yours right now I put a spell on you Because you're mine, mine, mine Oh you're mine |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Clearwater Revival (1968)
Well, I was born on a Sunday;
On Thursday, I had me a job. I was born on a Sunday; By Thursday, I was workin' out on the job. I ain't never had no day off Since I learned right from wrong. Said, I was bad; I did something to her head. Mama said I was bad; I did something to her head. And poppa threw me out, Oh, said I gotta earn my own way. I ain't never been in trouble; I ain't got the time. I don't mess around with magic, child. What I got is mine. Whatever you say, Lord, Well, that's what I'm gonna do. Whatever you say, Well, that's what I'm gonna do. 'Cause I'm the working man, Lord, and I do the job for you. I ain't never been in trouble; I ain't got the time. I don't mess around with magic, child. What I got is mine. Every Friday, Well, that's when I get paid. Don't take me on Friday, Lord, 'Cause that's when I get paid. Let me die on Saturday night, Oh, before Sunday gets my head. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Clearwater Revival (1968)
Oh, Suzie Q,
Oh, Suzie Q, Oh, Suzie Q, Baby, I love you, Suzie Q. I like the way you walk. I like the way you talk. I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk, Suzie Q. Well, say that you'll be true. Well, say that you'll be true. Well, say that you'll be true And never leave me blue, Suzie Q. Well, say that you'll be mine. Well, say that you'll be mine. Well, say that you'll be mine, Baby, all the time, Suzie Q. (Who... do... true... two... you... blue... who...) Oh, Suzie Q, Oh, Suzie Q, Oh, Suzie Q, Baby, I love you, Suzie Q. I like the way you walk. I like the way you talk. I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk, Suzie Q. Oh, Suzie Q, Oh, Suzie Q, Oh, Suzie Q, Baby, I love you, Suzie Q. (Fine... mine... while... mile... real... deal... ring... sing...) |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Clearwater Revival (1968)
Well, get down, woman,
Before I have to go. Well, now get down, woman, Before I have to go. You know ya hurt me with your bad mouth, An' I just don't wanna know. Well, slow down, baby, And gimme a little time. Well, now slow down, baby, And gimme a little time. If you want me hangin' 'round, Gotta give me some peace of mind. Oh, get down, boy. Well, get back, woman, Before you bring it down. Well, now get back, baby, Before you bring it down. Or you can tell it to the wall, Without me hangin' around. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Clearwater Revival (1968)
It's been an awful long time since I been home,
But you won't catch me goin' back down there alone. Things they said when I was young Are quite enough to get me hung. I don't care! I don't care! They came and took my Dad away to serve some time, But it was me that paid the debt he left behind. Folks said I was full of sin, Because I was the next of kin. I don't care! I don't care! Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! I don't care! I don't care! Folks were out one night to put me up a fence, And you can guess that I've been runnin' ever since. Ain't no one that's 'bout to help, And I'll keep on, I tell myself. I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! Ain't no one that's 'bout to help, And I'll keep on, I tell myself. I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Clearwater Revival (1968)
Some people laugh in the dark,
Some people cry alone. Some people talk without sayin' a thing, And ev'rything turns out gloomy. Some people count your money; Someone is countin' your days. And somebody got to keep track of your mind When ev'rything turns out gloomy. Brothers'll make you look sideways; Fathers'll make you look back. And when you're done talking, you still got to shoot, 'Cause ev'rything turns out gloomy. Ooh-ooh-ooh! Ooh-ooh-ooh! |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Creedence Clearwater Revival (1968)
Late last night, I went for a walk
Down by the river near my home Couldn't believe, with my own eyes And I swear I'll never leave my home again I saw a man walking on the water Coming right at me from the other side Calling out my name, "Do not be afraid" Feet begin to run, pounding in my brain I don't want to go, I don't want to go No, no, no, no, hey no I don't want to go, mmm |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Bayou Country (1969)
Now, when I was just a little boy,
Standin' to my Daddy's knee, My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you Do what he done to me." 'Cause he'll get you, 'Cause he'll get you now, now. And I can remember the fourth of July, Runnin' through the backwood, bare. And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin', Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. CHORUS: Born On The Bayou; Born On The Bayou; Born On The Bayou. Wish I was back on the Bayou. Rollin' with some Cajun Queen. Wishin' I were a fast freight train, Just a chooglin' on down to New Orleans. CHORUS Do it, do it, do it, do it. Oh, Lord. Oh get back boy. I can remember the fourth of July, Runnin' through the backwood bare. And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin', Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. CHORUS All right! Do, do, do, do. Mmmmmmm, oh. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Bayou Country (1969)
CHORUS:
Bootleg, bootleg, bootleg, howl. Bootleg, bootleg, bootleg, howl. Take you a glass of water; Make it against the law. See how good the water tastes, When you can't have any at all. CHORUS Findin' a natural woman, Like honey to a bee. But you don't buzz the flower When you know the honey's free. CHORUS Suzy maybe give you some cherry pie, But Lord, that ain't no fun. Better you grab it when she ain't lookin', 'Cause you know you'd rather have it on the run. CHORUS |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Bayou Country (1969)
On the highway thirty people lost their lives.
On the highway thirty people lost their lives. Well, I had some words to holler and my Rosie took a ride. In the moonlight see the Greyhound rolling on. In the moonlight see the Greyhound rolling on. Flying through the crossroads, Rosie ran into the Hound. For the graveyard thirty boxes made of bone. For the graveyard thirty boxes made of bone. Oh, Mister Undertaker, take this coffin from my home. In the midnight hear me crying out her name. In the midnight hear me crying out her name. Well, I'm standing on the railroad, waiting for the graveyard train. On the highway thirty people turned to stone. On the highway thirty people turned to stone. Oh, take me to the station, 'cause I'm number thirty-one. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Bayou Country (1969)
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball When you're rocking and a-rolling, can't hear your momma call From the early early morning till the early early night You can see Miss Molly rocking at the house of blue lights Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball When you're rocking and a-rolling, can't hear your momma call Well, now momma, poppa told me, "Son, you better watch your step" If I knew my momma, poppa, have to watch my dad myself Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball When you're rocking and a-rolling, can't hear your momma call I am going to the corner, gonna buy a diamond ring Would you pardon me if it's a nineteen-carat golden thing? Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball When you're rocking and a-rolling, can't hear your momma call Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball When you're rocking and a-rolling, can't hear your momma call |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Bayou Country (1969)
Now if I was a bricklayer, I wouldn't build just anything
And if I was a ball player, I wouldn't play no second string And if I were some jewellery, baby, Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring If I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told And if I were a jug of wine, Lord, my flavor would be old I could be most anything, but it got to be twenty-four-karat solid gold If I were a gambler, you know, I'd never lose And if I were a guitar player, Lord, I'd have to play the blues If I was a hacksaw, my blade would be razor sharp And if I were a politician, I could prove that monkeys talk You can find the tallest building, Lord, I'd have me the house on top Oh, let's go! Alright, keep goin'! I'm the penthouse pauper, I got nothing to my name I'm the penthouse pauper, baby, I got nothing to my name I can be most anything, oh when you got nothing it's all the same Oh, let's move to this song! Lord, look at my penthouse. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Bayou Country (1969)
Left a good job in the city,
Workin' for The Man ev'ry night and day, And I never lost one minute of sleepin', Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been. 밤낮으로 보스를 위해 일하던 도시의 "좋은 직장"을 관뒀어요. 그리곤 [관두지 않았다면] 내 삶이 어땠을까 걱정하며 단 일분도 잠을 설치지 않았죠. CHORUS: Big wheel keep on turnin', Proud Mary keep on burnin', Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. 큰 바퀴는 계속 돌고 프라우드 매리는 계속 나아가요. 강을 타고 타고 타고 내려가면서. Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis, Pumped a lot of 'pane down in New Orleans, But I never saw the good side of the city, 'Til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen. 멤피스에서는 그릇도 많이 닦았고 뉴 오올리언스에서는 프로페인도 많이 넣어줬어요 하지만 내가 배의 여왕을 얻어 타고 강따라 내려가기전에는 도시의 좋은 점을 본적이 없어요. CHORUS Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. 후렴 강을 타고 타고 타고 내려가요. If you come down to the river, Bet you gonna find some people who live. You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money, People on the river are happy to give. 당신이 만약 (언젠가) 강으로 오시면 (배를 타시면) 진정 살아있는 사람들을 볼거에요. 돈이 없다고 걱정할 필요없어요. 강에 있는 (배를 탄) 사람들은 기꺼이 도와줄테니까요. CHORUS Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. 후렴 강을 타고, 타고, 타고 내려가요 강을 타고, 타고, 타고 내려가요 강을 타고, 타고, 타고 내려가요 |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Bayou Country (1969)
CHORUS:
Keep on Chooglin' Keep on Chooglin' Keep on Chooglin' Chooglin', Chooglin'. Maybe you don't understand it. But if you're a natural man, You got to ball and have a good time And that's what I call Chooglin'. Here comes Mary lookin' for Harry, She gonna choogle tonight. Here comes Louie, works in the sewer, He gonna choogle tonight. CHORUS (primal screaming) CHORUS If you can choose it, who can refuse it, Y'all be chooglin' tonight. Go on, take your pick, right from the git go, You gotta choogle tonight. CHORUS (more screaming) Oh, we're Creedence! Clearwater! Revival! |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Green River (2006)
Well, take me back down where cool water flows, yeah.
Let me remember things I love, Stoppin' at the log where catfish bite, Walkin' along the river road at night, Barefoot girls dancin' in the moonlight. I can hear the bullfrog callin' me. Wonder if my rope's still hangin' to the tree. Love to kick my feet 'way down the shallow water. Shoefly, dragonfly, get back to your mother. Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River. Welllllll! Up at Cody's camp I spent my days, oh, With flat car riders and cross-tie walkers . Old Cody, Junior took me over, Said, "You're gonna find the world is smould'rin'. And if you get lost come on home to Green River." Welllllll! Come on home. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Green River (2006)
Traffic in the city turns my head around.
No, no, no, no, no. Backed up on the freeway, backed up in the church, Ev'rywhere you look there's a frown, frown. CHORUS: Com, commotion, Git, git, git, gone. Com, commotion, Git, git, git, gone. People keep atalkin', they don't say a word. Jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw. Talk up in the White House, talk up to your door, So much goin' on I just can't hear. CHORUS Hurryin' to get there so you save some time. Run, run, run, run, run. Rushin' to the treadmill, rushin' to get home, Worry 'bout the time you save, save. CHORUS |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Green River (2006)
Tombstone Shadow, stretchin' across my path.
Tombstone Shadow, stretchin' across my path. Ev'ry time I get some good news, Ooh, There's a shadow on my back. Saw the gypsy man, 'way down in San Berdoo. Said, I saw the gypsy man, 'way down in San Berdoo. Five dollars on the table, Ooh, Keep me 'way from my tomb. Oh! Oh! Said I got thirteen months of bad luck, Bound to be some pain. Don't you do no trav'lin', Fly in no machines. Tombstone Shadow, stretchin' across my path. Ev'ry time I get some good news, Ooh, There's a shadow on my back. The man gave me a luck charm, Cost five dollars more, Said, "Put some on your pillow, and put some on your door." He said, "Take a long vacation, Ooh, For thirteen months or more." Oh, Lord! Tombstone Shadow, stretchin' across my path. Tombstone Shadow, stretchin' across my path. Ev'ry time I get some good news, Ooh, There's a shadow on my back. Oh, oh, Lord! Oh, Lord! |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Green River (2006)
Wrote a song for everyone
Met myself a comin’ county welfare line. I was feelin’ strung out, Hung out on the line. Saw myself a goin’, down to war in June. All I want, All I want is to write myself a tune. CHORUS: Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. Got myself arrested, Wound me up in jail. Richmond ‘bout to blow up, Communication failed. If you see the answer, now’s the time to say. All I want, All I want is to get you down to pray. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. Saw the people standin’ thousand years in chains. Somebody said it’s diff’rent now, look, it’s just the same. Pharoahs spin the message, round and round the truth. They could have saved a million people, How can I tell you? Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Green River (2006)
Just about a year ago I set out on the road
Seekin' my fame and fortune Looking for a pot of gold Things got bad and things got worse I guess you will know the tune Oh, lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again Rode in on the greyhound I'll be walkin' out if I go I was just passin' through Must be seven months or more I ran out of time and money Looks like they took my friends Oh, lord, stuck in Lodi again Man from a magazine Said I was on my way Somwhere I lost connection Ran out of songs to play I came into town a one-night stand Looks like my plans fell through Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again If I only had a dollar for every song I've sung Every time I had to play while people sat there drunk You know I'd catch the next train Back to where I live Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again Oh, Lord, stuck in Lodi again |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Green River (2006)
I went down to the station
Just to take a ride. I went down to the station Just to take a ride. Found myself on a flat-car Yesterday behind. Pullin' out from the platform, There was no brass band. I pulled out from the platform; Nobody raised a hand. And there were no tears of regret From my runaway train, Train, train, train, train. Got no sand in my pocket, You know, I ain't tied down. Ain't no sand in my pocket, Never do sit down. I'm just a cross-tie walker Where the freight trains run, Run, run, run, run. If you see me a-comin', Don't you waste my time. If you see me a-comin', Don't you waste my time. 'Cause there's more miles between us Than the Santa Fe Line. Run, run, run, run. Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm. Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm... |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Green River (2006)
You know, the night-time (wah-do-day),
Oh, is the right time (wah-do-day) To be (wah-do-day) With the one you love (wah-do-day). I said the night-time (wah-do-day), Oh, is the right time (wah-do-day) To be (wah-do-day) With the one you love (wah-do-day). I said the night-time (wah-do-day), Oh, is the right time (wah-do-day) To be with the one you love (Wah-do-day, wah-do-day). "Baby (wah-do-day)," I said, "A-baby (wah-do-day), Baby (wah-do-day), Come on, and drive me crazy, Lord (wah-do-day). You know, I love you (wah-do-day), Always thinkin' of you (wah-do-day)." "Hey, baby (wah-do-day)," Oh, I said, "A-baby (wah-do-day), You know, the night-time (wah-do-day) Oh, is the right time (wah-do-day) To be with the one you love (Wah-do-day, wah-do-day)." Alright, sing a song! I said the night-time (wah-do-day), Oh, is the right time (wah-do-day) To be (wah-do-day) With the one you love (wah-do-day). I said the night-time (wah-do-day), Oh, is the right time (wah-do-day) To be (wah-do-day) With the one you love (wah-do-day). I said the night-time (wah-do-day), Oh, is the right time (wah-do-day) To be with the one you love. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Willy And The Poor Boys (1969)
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 |
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