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Willy and the Poor Boys (December 1969)
"Down on the Corner"
(J. Fogerty)
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 boy.
CHORUS
CHORUS
CHORUS
"It Came Out of the Sky"
(J. Fogerty)
Oh, It Came Out Of The Sky, landed just a little south of
Moline.
Jody fell out of his tractor, couldn't b'lieve what he
seen.
Laid on the ground and shook, fearin' for his life.
Then he
ran all the way to town screamin' "It Came Out Of The Sky."
Well, a crowd gathered 'round and a scientist said it was marsh
gas.
Spiro came and made a speech about raising the Mars tax.
The
Vatican said, "Woe, the Lord has come".
Hollywood rushed out an epic
film.
And Ronnie the Popular said it was a communist plot.
Oh, the newspapers came and made Jody a national hero.
Walter and
Eric said they'd put him on a network T.V. show.
The White House said,
"Put the thing in the Blue Room".
The Vatican said, "No, it belongs to
Rome."
And Jody said, "It's mine and you can have it for seventeen
million."
Oh, It Came Out Of The Sky, landed just a little south of
Moline.
Jody fell out of his tractor, couldn't b'lieve what he
seen.
Laid on the ground a shakin', fearin' for his life.
Then he
ran all the way to town screamin' "It Came Out Of The Sky."
Oh!
"Cotton Fields"
(Leadbelly)
CHORUS1:
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in
the cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home;
CHORUS2:
It was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from
Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.
CHORUS3:
Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick
very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.
CHORUS2
CHORUS1
CHORUS2
CHORUS3
CHORUS2
CHORUS1
CHORUS2
"Poorboy Shuffle"
(J. Fogerty)
Poorboy Shuffle.
OK. Is it workin'?
You heard it. Ha Ha
Ha!
Hey Rooster! Hey, Rooster!
(laughter)
HEY!
(instrumental)
"Feelin' Blue"
(J. Fogerty)
Hey, look over yonder out in the rain,
Soakin' wet fever in my
brain.
Now, I ain't certain which way to go,
But I got to move,
sure.
CHORUS:
Feelin' Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue.
Feelin' Blue, blue,
blue, blue, blue.
Feelin' Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue.
I'm Feelin'
Blue. I'm Feelin' 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 cool
Feel it in my bones,
my book is due.
CHORUS
Hey, look over yonder, up in the tree,
There's a rope hangin' just
for me.
Without a warnin', without a warnin',
Things are pilin' up
to break me down.
CHORUS
Hey, look over yonder, out in the street,
People laughin' by,
walkin' easy.
Now, I'm no sinner, but I ain't no saint.
If it's
happy, you can say I ain't.
CHORUS
I'm Feelin' Blue (x6)
"Fortunate Son"
(J. Fogerty)
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, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son.
It ain't
me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!
Some folks are
born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But
when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage
sale, yes,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
It ain't
me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no.
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! yoh,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son.
It ain't me,
it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one.
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, no no no,
"Don't Look Now"
(J. Fogerty)
Who will take the coal from the mine?
Who will take the salt from
the earth?
Who'll take a leaf and grow it to a tree?
Don't Look Now,
it ain't you or me.
Who will work the field with his hands?
Who will put his back to the
plough?
Who'll take the mountain and give it to the sea?
Don't Look
Now, it ain't you or me.
CHORUS:
Don't Look Now, someone's done your starvin';
Don't Look
Now, someone's done your prayin' too.
Who will make the shoes for your feet?
Who will 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.
CHORUS
Who will take the coal from the mines?
Who will 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.
"The Midnight Special"
(Leadbelly)
Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring,
And
they march you to the table to see the same old thing.
Ain't no food
upon the table, and no pork up in the pan.
But you better not complain,
boy, you get in trouble with the man.
CHORUS:
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me,
Let the
Midnight Special shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special shine a
light on me,
Let the Midnight Special shine a everlovin' light on
me.
Yonder come miss Rosie, how in the world did you know?
By the way
she wears her apron, and the clothes she wore.
Umbrella on her
shoulder, piece of paper in her hand;
She come to see the gov'nor, she
wants to free her man.
CHORUS
If you're ever in Houston, well, you better do the right;
You better
not gamble, there, you better not fight, at all
Or the sheriff will
grab ya and the boys will bring you down.
The next thing you know, boy,
Oh! You're prison bound.
CHORUS
CHORUS
"Side Of The Road"
(J. Fogerty)
(instrumental)
"Effigy"
(J. Fogerty)
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 country side.
In
the mornin'
Few were left to watch
The ashes die.
CHORUS
Why?
Why?
Why?
Effigy.
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