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Bayou Country (February 1969)
"Born on the Bayou"
(J. Fogerty)
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.
"Bootleg"
(J. Fogerty)
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
"Graveyard Train"
(J. Fogerty)
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 rollin' on.
In the moonlight,
See the Greyhound rollin' on.
Flyin' through the crossroads, Rosie ran
into the Hound.
For the graveyard, Thirty boxes made of bone.
For the graveyard,
Thirty boxes made of bone.
Mister Undertaker, Take this coffin from my
home.
In the midnight, Hear me cryin' out her name.
In the midnight, Hear
me cryin' out her name.
I'm standin' on the railroad, Waitin' 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.
"Good Golly Miss Molly"
(Robert "Bumps" Blackwell, John Marascalco)
Good Golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
Good golly, Miss Molly,
sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your
momma call.
From the early early mornin' till the early early night
You can see
Miss Molly rockin' at the house of blue lights.
Good golly, Miss Molly,
sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' 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 rockin' and a rollin' 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 rockin' and a rollin' 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 rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your
momma call.
"Penthouse Pauper"
(J. Fogerty)
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 jew'lry, baby;
Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring.
If I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told.
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, oh.
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.
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!
All
right, keep goin'!
I'm the Penthouse Pauper;
I got nothin' to my
name.
I'm the Penthouse Pauper; baby,
I got nothing to my name.
I
can be most anything,
'Cause when you got nothin' it's all the
same.
Oh, let's move to this song!
Lord, look at my penthouse.
"Proud Mary"
(J. Fogerty)
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.
CHORUS:
Big wheel 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 '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.
CHORUS
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.
CHORUS
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin',
rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
"Keep On Chooglin'"
(J. Fogerty)
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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CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL Biography 