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(WISH I COULD) HIDEAWAY Lyrics Artist(Band):Creedence Clearwater Revival Review The Song (0) Print the Lyrics (WISH I COULD) HIDEAWAY Lyrics MP3 Downloads Send Creedence Clearwater Revival polyphonic ringtone to your cell phone (WISH I COULD) HIDEAWAY Creedence Clearwater Revival 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 never can 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 Creedence Clearwater Revival - Pendulum (2006)
(WISH I COULD) HIDEAWAY Lyrics Artist(Band):Creedence Clearwater Revival Review The Song (0) Print the Lyrics (WISH I COULD) HIDEAWAY Lyrics MP3 Downloads Send Creedence Clearwater Revival polyphonic ringtone to your cell phone (WISH I COULD) HIDEAWAY Creedence Clearwater Revival 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 never can 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 Creedence Clearwater Revival - Chronicle 2 (2007)
(WISH I COULD) HIDEAWAY Lyrics Artist(Band):Creedence Clearwater Revival Review The Song (0) Print the Lyrics (WISH I COULD) HIDEAWAY Lyrics MP3 Downloads Send Creedence Clearwater Revival polyphonic ringtone to your cell phone (WISH I COULD) HIDEAWAY Creedence Clearwater Revival 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 never can 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 - Blue Moon Swamp (2006)
Way out there in the cotton
Sun beatin' down so hard Sweat rollin' of this shovel Diggin' in the devil's boneyard Sure like a cool drink of water Soft rag to soothe my face Sure like a woman to talk to in this place It's a hundred and ten Hundred and ten in the shade Goin' way down Mama won't you carry me Handle so hot I can't stand it Might shrivel up and blow away Noonday sun make you crazy Least, that's what the old men say Bottom land hard as a gravestone Couldn't cut it with an axe Gonna lay me down right here And that's a fact It's a hundred and ten Hundred and ten in the shade Goin' way down Mama won't you carry me Sometimes late in the evenin' Everything is quiet and still I set here and think about leavin' Lord, I guess I never will Heartache down in that city Bright light scares me anyway Sure like a woman to talk in this place It's a hundred and ten Hundred and ten in the shade Goin' way down Mama won't you carry me |
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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)
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 old boys are ready to ride, 'Cause it's almost Saturday night. CHORUS: 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 the ringing, the night train is bringin' me home, When you hear that locomotion get ready to ride, 'Cause it's almost Saturday night. CHORUS Outside the 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 - John Fogerty (2005)
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 - The Blue Ridge Rangers Rides Again (2009)
Denver
There's a storm across the valley, clouds are rollin' in The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders There's a truck out on the four lane a mile or more away The whinin' of his wheels just makes it colder. He's an hour away from ridin' on your prayers up in the sky And ten days on the road are barely gone There's a fire softly burnin', supper's on the stove But it's the light in your eyes that makes him warm. Hey, it's good to be back home again Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend Yes and hey, it's good to be back home again. There's all the news to tell him, how'd you spend your time What's the latest thing the neighbours say And your mother called last Friday, sunshine made her cry You felt the baby move just yesterday. Hey, it's good to be back home again Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend Yes and hey, it's good to be back home again. Oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down Feel your fingers feather soft upon me The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way The happiness that livin' with you brings me. It's the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you It's the little things that make a house a home Like a fire softly burnin', supper on the stove The light in your eyes that makes me warm. Hey, it's good to be back home again Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend Yes and hey, it's good to be back home again. Hey, it's good to be back home again, you know it is Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend Hey, its good to be back home again I said, hey, it's good to be back home again. |
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from John Fogerty - Back Home Again [single] (2009)
Denver
There's a storm across the valley, clouds are rollin' in The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders There's a truck out on the four lane a mile or more away The whinin' of his wheels just makes it colder. He's an hour away from ridin' on your prayers up in the sky And ten days on the road are barely gone There's a fire softly burnin', supper's on the stove But it's the light in your eyes that makes him warm. Hey, it's good to be back home again Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend Yes and hey, it's good to be back home again. There's all the news to tell him, how'd you spend your time What's the latest thing the neighbours say And your mother called last Friday, sunshine made her cry You felt the baby move just yesterday. Hey, it's good to be back home again Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend Yes and hey, it's good to be back home again. Oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down Feel your fingers feather soft upon me The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way The happiness that livin' with you brings me. It's the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you It's the little things that make a house a home Like a fire softly burnin', supper on the stove The light in your eyes that makes me warm. Hey, it's good to be back home again Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend Yes and hey, it's good to be back home again. Hey, it's good to be back home again, you know it is Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend Hey, its good to be back home again I said, hey, it's good to be back home again. |
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from John Fogerty - Blue Moon Swamp (2006)
Bad bad boy
Yoe're drivin' me crazy Bad bad boy Shame on you Shame on you Where you been all night Messin' with your friends You act so mean And you talk so funny There you go again Bad bad boy You won't amount to nothin' Bad bad boy Shame on you Shame on you Where you been What you been doin' Where you been What you been doin' Bad bad boy Bad bad boy Can't you be more like your brother Bad bad boy Shame on you Shame on you Where you been What you been doin' Where you been What you been doin' Bad bad boy |
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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 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 - 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)
I see a bad moon a-rising. I see trouble on the way. I see earth quakes and lightnin'. I see bad times today. Don't go 'round tonight it's bound and 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 rivers over flowing. I hear the voice of rage and ruin. Don't go 'round tonight it's bound and take your life, there's a bad moon on the rise. Hope you got your things together. Hope you are quit prepared to die. Look's like we're in for nasty weather. One eye is taken for an eye. Don't go 'round tonight it's bound and take your life, there's a bad moon on the rise. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Proud Mary (2002)
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 - Chronicle (2006)
I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way. I see earthquakes and lightnin'. I see bad times today. Don't go around tonight, Well, it's bound to take your life, There's a bad moon on the rise. I hear hurricanes ablowing. I know the end is coming soon. I fear rivers over flowing. I hear the voice of rage and ruin. Don't go around tonight, Well, it's bound to take your life, There's a bad moon on the rise. All right! Hope you got your things together. Hope you are quite prepared to die. Looks like we're in for nasty weather. One eye is taken for an eye. Don't go around tonight, Well, it's bound to take your life, There's a bad moon on the rise. Don't go around tonight, Well, it's bound to take your life, There's a bad moon on the rise. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Cosmo's Factory (1970)
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 - Cosmo's Factory (1970)
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)
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 - Chronicle 2 (2007)
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 John Fogerty - Blue Moon Swamp (2006)
Help me fellas
I'm feelin' kind-a weak The way I'm livin' just ain't right I need somebody t' watch over me All my blue moon nights I want a girl to take me by the hand Follow me right down the line Hold me gently while we dance All my blue moon nights Heaven only knows I don't want to be Just a fool, passin' through Won't you send me an angel to walk with me All my blue moon nights Help me fellas It's gettin' kind-a late Runnin' out of precious time She might pass me while I waste All my blue moon nights Heaven only knows I don't want to be Just a fool, passin' through Won't you send me an angel to walk with me All my blue moon nights |
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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 Rides Again (2009)
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 - Blue Moon Swamp (2006)
Way back in the hills
There's a ploace I know People comes from miles around Just to watch 'ol Dooley do the show Ooh let the blueboy play Ooh let the blueboy play Gonna ride the mule Gonna chase him too Pullin' on-a pullin' on-a Pullin' on-a pony He goes... Soon's the sun go down That's when the fun begins Hitch your wagon down the track Up to the roadhouse And come on in Ooh let the blueboy play Ooh let the blueboy play Gonna ride the mule Gonna chase him too Pullin' on-a pullin' on-a Pullin' on-a pony He goes... Instrumental Sheriff says it late Closin' time we got to go But Dooley he don't want to quit Ain't nobody feels like goin' home Ooh let the blueboy play Ooh let the blueboy play Gonna ride the mule Gonna chase him too Pullin' on-a pullin' on-a Pullin' on-a pony He goes... |
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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)
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)
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)
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 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)
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 where 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 Creedence Clearwater Revival - Proud Mary (2002)
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 - Chronicle 2 (2007)
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. *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. *Repeat 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. *Repeat All right! Do, do, do, do. Mmmmmmm, oh. |
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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 - Pendulum (2006)
Ev'ry day I'm gonna strut that stuff.
When the music's loud I can't get enough. Singin' hi, singin' hi, Come on feet, Teach yourself to move. People shuff'lin' up and down again. Unhappy faces ain't gonna get you in. Singin' hi, singin' hi, Come on people, Teach yourself to move. Hey, hey! Hey, all right! Spread the news, we're goin' have some fun. Let it go, movin' son-of-a-gun. Singin' hi, signin' hi, Come on feet, We was Born To Move. Hey, hey, Lord! Come on, move it, now boy! |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Chronicle 2 (2007)
Ev'ry day I'm gonna strut that stuff.
When the music's loud I can't get enough. Singin' hi, singin' hi, Come on feet, Teach yourself to move. People shuff'lin' up and down again. Unhappy faces ain't gonna get you in. Singin' hi, singin' hi, Come on people, Teach yourself to move. Hey, hey! Hey, all right! Spread the news, we're goin' have some fun. Let it go, movin' son-of-a-gun. Singin' hi, signin' hi, Come on feet, We was Born To Move. Hey, hey, Lord! Come on, move it, now boy! |
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from John Fogerty - Blue Moon Swamp (2006)
Well, if you want
To ease your mind You just go on Take it to the river When you're down Well, that's alright You just bring it down to jelly roll We're gonna run A-jump and shout We're gonna slide Way back in the country There's a place Where they treat you right You just bring it down to jelly roll The little girls Way down south They got their way Honey drippin' from their mouth If you ever get some luck You just bring it down to jelly roll Now look at me Lord, I ain't got a dime But I can dance Lord, I'm jumping all the time I live honey, straight to the bone You just bring it down to jelly roll Well, if you want To ease your mind You just go on Take it to the river When you're down Well, that's alright You just bring it down to jelly roll |
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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 - 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 - 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)
Well, 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. CHORUS: 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, watchin' it from the bench; You know I took some lumps when the Mighty Casey struck out. So Say Hey Willie, tell Ty Cobb and Joe DiMaggio; Don't say "it ain't so", you know the time is now. CHORUS Yeah! I got it, I got it! Got a beat-up glove, a homemade bat, and 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; (pop) It's gone and you can tell that one goodbye! CHORUS CHORUS Yeah! |
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from John Fogerty - Centerfield (2001)
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 Creedence Clearwater Revival - Pendulum (2006)
You took me runnin' up a wrong way street.
When we got there, you said, "Can't you read ?" I must be blind, but now and then I see Another number where mine used to be. CHORUS: You keep on changin' your face, like a Chameleon. You keep on changing your face like a Chameleon. I say what's up, and then you say it's down. I see triangles, and you say it's round, round, round. Saw an empty glass; you said it's full. Lord, it's so hot, then you come on cool, cool. CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS CHORUS |
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from John Fogerty - Eye Of The Zombie (2005)
Aaah! [ :] Change in the weather, change in the weather, Somethin's happenin' here. Change in the weather, change in the weather, People walkin' round in fear. Uh huh, you better duck and run, Get under cover 'cause the change has come. Storm warning, and it looks like rain, Be nothin' left after the hurricance. This here's a jungle, ain't no lie, Look at the people, terror in their eyes. Bad business comin', can't be denied, They're running with the dogs, afraid to die. Uh huh, you best believe it's true, The levee's busted, badness comin' through. Oh no, there ain't no place to hide, Reach out and pluck you, take you for a ride. Sea of frustration, take everything in sight, Won't be no blessing if we make it through the night. Down on your knees, go ahead and pray, But every demon has to have his day. Well! Oh, God! High noon, I can't believe my eyes, Wind is ragin', there's a fire in the sky. Ground shakin', everything comin' loose, Run like a coward but it ain't no use. Edge of the river, it's an ugly scene, People gettin' pushed, people gettin' mean. The change is comin' and it's gettin' late, Ain't no survivin', and there ain't no escape. Oh! Well! Oh, no! |
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from John Fogerty - The Blue Ridge Rangers Rides Again (2009)
Aaah!
CHORUS: Change in the weather, change in the weather, Somethin's happenin' here. Change in the weather, change in the weather, People walkin' round in fear. Uh huh, you better duck and run, Get under cover 'cause the change has come. Storm warning, and it looks like rain, Be nothin' left after the hurricance. This here's a jungle, ain't no lie, Look at the people, terror in their eyes. Bad business comin', can't be denied, They're running with the dogs, afraid to die. CHORUS Uh huh, you best believe it's true, The levee's busted, badness comin' through. Oh no, there ain't no place to hide, Reach out and pluck you, take you for a ride. Sea of frustration, take everything in sight, Won't be no blessing if we make it through the night. Down on your knees, go ahead and pray, But every demon has to have his day. CHORUS Well! Oh, God! High noon, I can't believe my eyes, Wind is ragin', there's a fire in the sky. Ground shakin', everything comin' loose, Run like a coward but it ain't no use. Edge of the river, it's an ugly scene, People gettin' pushed, people gettin' mean. The change is comin' and it's gettin' late, Ain't no survivin', and there ain't no escape. CHORUS Oh! CHORUS Well! Oh, no! |
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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 - Proud Mary (2002)
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)
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 - Chronicle (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 atalking, they don't say a word. Jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw. Talk up in the White House, talk up to your door, So much going on I just can't hear. CHORUS Hurrying to get there so you save some time. Run, run, run, run, run. Rushing to the treadmill, rushing to get home, Worry 'bout the time you save, save. CHORUS |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Willy And The Poor Boys (1969)
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 - Willy And The Poor Boys (1969)
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)
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 - Chronicle 2 (2007)
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. * Repeat When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle, In them old cotton fields back home; * Repeeat Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten You can't pick very much cotton, In them old cotton fields back home. * Repeat When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle, In them old cotton fields back home; * Repeeat |
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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 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 - 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 John Fogerty - Deja Vu All Over Again (2004)
Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio Did you try to read the writing on the wall Did that voice inside you say I've heard it all before It's like Deja Vu all over again Day by day I hear the voices rising Started with a whisper like it did before Day by Day we count the dead and dying Ship the bodies home while the networks all keep score Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio Could your eyes believe the writing on the wall Did that voice inside you say I've heard it all before It's like Deja Vu all over again One by one I see the old ghosts rising Stumblin' 'cross Big Muddy Where the light gets dim Day after day another Momma's crying She's lost her precious child To a war that has no end Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio Did you stop to read the writing at The Wall Did that voice inside you say I've seen this all before It's like Deja Vu all over again It's like Deja Vu all over again ////// ////// ////// ////// |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Willy And The Poor Boys (1969)
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 - Willy And The Poor Boys (1969)
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)
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)
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 - Chronicle 2 (2007)
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 Clearwater Revival - Mardi Gras (1972)
Find me out a-walkin',
Time the whistle starts a-callin', Maybe stoppin' early, Knockin' at your door. Take so long to answer, Lord knows, it ain't the milkman Could be stoppin' early, Sellin' door to door. Here's my latest sample; Like to show you how to use it. First, you pull the curtain While I spread some here. Wipe the surface gently, Try to use a circle motion, Safe for all your problems And my price is fair. This stuff'll get the stain out If you use it loosely wadded; This here'll take the pain out And won't mess your hair. Place your order early, 'Cause you know, I'm in a hurry. Your neighbor's in her doorway, Won't you sign right here? Place your order early, 'Cause you know, I'm in a hurry. Your neighbor's in her doorway, Won't you sign right here? Man is on the last train, All that work and no play, Could be stoppin' early, Knockin' at your door. Time for me to head on, Pack my kit and "So long," Catch you bright and early Sellin' door to door. This stuff'll get the stain out If you use it loosely wadded; This here'll take the pain out And won't mess your hair. Place your order early, 'Cause you know, I'm in a hurry. Your neighbor's in her doorway, Won't you sign right here? Come on and place your order early, You know, I'm in a hurry. Your neighbor's in her doorway, Won't you, won't you, won't you, won't you? Place your order early, 'Cause you know, I'm in a hurry. Your neighbor's in her doorway, Won't you? Come on, come on, come on, come on And place your order early, You know, I'm in a hurry. Your neighbor's in her doorway, Won't you... |
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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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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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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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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 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)
Early in the evenin', just about supper time, over by the court house 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 poor boys are playin' bring a nickel tap your feet. Rooster hits the washboard and people just got smile, Blinky thumps the gut bass, and solos for a while. Poorboy twangs the rythm out on his kalamazoo Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo. Down On The Corner out in the street. Willy and the poor boys are playin' bring a nickel tap your feet. Down On The Corner out in the street. Willy and the poor boys 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 poor boys are playin' bring a nickel tap your feet. Down On The Corner out in the street. Willy and the poor boys are playin' bring a nickel tap your feet. Down On The Corner out in the street. Willy and the poor boys are playin' bring a nickel tap your feet. Down On The Corner out in the street. Willy and the poor boys are playin' bring a nickel tap your feet. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Proud Mary (2002)
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 - Chronicle (2006)
Early in the evening, 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 playing Bring a nickel, tap your feet. Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile Blink thumps the gut bass and solos for awhile Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo And Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo. (CHORUS) You don't need a penny just to hang around But if you 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. (CHORUS) |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Willy And The Poor Boys (1969)
Last night
I saw a fire burning on The palace lawn. O'er the land, The humble subjects watched in mixed Emotion. CHORUS: 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. |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Willy And The Poor Boys (1969)
Last night
I saw a fire burning on The palace lawn. O'er the land, The humble subjects watched in mixed Emotion. CHORUS: 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. |
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from John Fogerty - Eye Of The Zombie (2005)
Hoo! Oooooh! Shadows on the mountain, and the night begins to fall; Gather up the children, 'fore the darkness takes us all. Tribe has come together, standin' naked against the night; Twenty feet from the fire, the evil waits with zombie eyes. [ :] Eye-eye-eye eye of the Zombie! Eye-eye-eye eye of the Zombie! Oh! Sneakin' through the long grass on leopard feet silently, A beast already dead comes to join the dance on the zombie. Ooh! Time has come again - again the moment of truth; The terror is at hand, and there's nothin' you can do. Oh! Hoo! Aaa-aah! Hoo! Aaa-aaa-aaaah! From out of nowhere he's there, flashing hideous teeth, Panic in the crowd, helter-skelter, we're brought to our knees. Back to the darkness, back on the mountain he stands, You can't fight a shadow, you can't kill a dead man. [ x4] |
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from John Fogerty - The Blue Ridge Rangers Rides Again (2009)
Deckleman-Guillot-Miller
My heart is breaking, darling As the many tears are falling Falling, falling, falling just for you. My eyes are burning, darling While my heart is sad and yearning Yearning, yearning, burning just for you. Oh, you didn't have to go and leave me all alone I'm sure you think that breaking hearts are fun But someday you may find out when your new love is gone That deep down in your heart I'm still the one. I need you with me, darling Always with me, darling Need you, need you, need you, I'm so blue. Oh, hear my calling, darling And stop these tears from falling Falling, falling, falling just for you. Yeah! My heart is breaking, darling And many tears are falling Falling, falling, falling just for you. My eyes are burning, darling While my heart is sad and yearning Yearning, yearning, burning just for you. Well, you didn't have to go and leave me all alone I'm sure you think that breaking hearts are fun But someday you may find out when your new love is gone That deep down in your heart I'm still the one. I need you with me, darling Always with me, darling Need you, need you, need you, I'm so blue. Oh, hear my calling, darling And stop these tears from falling Falling, falling, falling just for you. Yeah! |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Willy And The Poor Boys (1969)
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 |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Willy And The Poor Boys (1969)
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 |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Willy And The Poor Boys (1969)
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 - Willy And The Poor Boys (1969)
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)
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 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)
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 Creedence Clearwater Revival - Chronicle (2006)
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 Ooh they point the cannon at you Lord It ain't me I ain't no senator's son son 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 taxman comes to the door Lord the house looks like a rummage sale It ain't me I ain't no millionaire's son It ain't me I ain't no fortunate one Some folks inherit star spangled eyes Ooh they send you down to war Lord And when you ask them How much should we give? Ooh they only answer More! more! more! It ain't me I ain't no military son son It ain't me I ain't no fortunate one one It ain't me I ain't no fortunate one It ain't me I ain't no fortunate son |
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from Creedence Clearwater Revival - Willy And The Poor Boys (1969)
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 John Fogerty - The Blue Ridge Rangers Rides Again (2009)
Nelson
I went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends A chance to share old memories and play our songs again When I got to the garden party, they all knew my name No one recognized me, I didn't look the same. But it's all right now, I learned my lesson well You see, you can't please everyone, so you got to please yourself. People came from miles around, everyone was there Yoko brought her Walrus, there was magic in the air And over in the corner, much to my surprise Mr. Hughes hid in Dylan's shoes wearing his disguise. But it's all right now, I learned my lesson well You see, you can't please everyone, so you got to please yourself. Lott-in-dah-dah-dah, lot-in-dah-dah-dah. Played them all the old songs, thought that's why they came No one heard the music, we didn't look the same I said hello to Mary Lou, she belongs to me When I sang a song about a honky-tonk, it was time to leave. But it's all right now, I learned my lesson well You see, you can't please everyone, so you got to please yourself. Lot-dah-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah) lot-in-dah-dah-dah. Someone opened up a closet door and out stepped Johnny B. Goode Playing guitar like a-ringin' a bell and lookin' like he should If you gotta play at garden parties, I wish you a lotta luck But if memories were all I sang, I rather drive a truck. But it's all right now, I learned my lesson well You see, you can't please everyone, so you got to please yourself. Lot-dah-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah) lot-in-dah-dah-dah. But it's all right now, I learned my lesson well You see, you can't please everyone, so you got to please yourself. |
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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)
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 - 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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