Creedence Lyrics A-G
BAD MOON RISING
BEFORE YOU ACCUSE ME
BOOTLEG
BORN ON THE BAYOU
BORN TO MOVE
CHAMELEON
COMMOTION
COTTON FIELDS
CROSS-TIE WALKER
DON'T LOOK NOW (IT AIN'T YOU OR ME)
DOOR TO DOOR
DOWN ON THE CORNER
EFFIGY
FEELIN' BLUE
FORTUNATE SON
GET DOWN WOMAN
GLOOMY
GOOD GOLLY MISS MOLLY
GRAVEYARD TRAIN
GREEN RIVER
BAD MOON RISING (J.C. Fogerty)
I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.
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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.
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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.
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BEFORE YOU ACCUSE ME (E. McDaniels)
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.
BOOTLEG (J.C. Fogerty)
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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.
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Findin' a natural woman,
Like honey to a bee.
But you don't buzz the flower.
When you know the honey's free.
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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.
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BORN ON THE BAYOU (J.C. 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.
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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.
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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.
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All right! Do, do, do, do.
Mmmmmmm, oh.
BORN TO MOVE (J.C. Fogerty)
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!
CHAMELEON (J.C. Fogerty)
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.
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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.
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COMMOTION (J.C. Fogerty)
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.
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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.
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COTTON FIELDS (Huddie Ledbetter)
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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.
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CROSS-TIE WALKER (J.C. Fogerty)
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 flatcar, 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 acomin', don't you waste my time.
If you see me acomin', 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....
DON'T LOOK NOW (IT AIN'T YOU OR ME) (J.C. 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.
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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.
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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.
DOOR TO DOOR (S. Cook)
Find me out awalkin', time the whistle starts acallin',
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.
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.
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DOWN ON THE CORNER (J.C. 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.
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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.
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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.
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EFFIGY (J.C. Fogerty)
Last night
I saw a fire burning on
The palace lawn.
O'er the land
The humble subjects watched in mixed
Emotion.
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Who is burnin'?
Who is burnin'?
Effigy.
Who is burnin'?
Who is burnin'?
Effigy.
Last night
I saw the fire spreadin' to
The palace door.
Silent majority
Weren't keepin' quiet
Anymore.
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Last night
I saw the fire spreadin' to
The country side.
In the mornin'
Few were left to watch
The ashes die.
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Why?
Why?
Why?
Effigy.
FEELIN' BLUE (J.C. 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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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I'm Feelin' Blue (x6)
FORTUNATE SON (J.C. 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,
GET DOWN WOMAN (J.C. Fogerty)
Well, Get Down Woman, before I have to go.
Well, 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, 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.
GLOOMY (J.C. Fogerty)
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.
Ooooooh! Ooooooh!
GOOD GOLLY MISS MOLLY (R. Blackwell & J. 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.
GRAVEYARD TRAIN (J.C. 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.
GREEN RIVER (J.C. Fogerty)
Well, take me back down where cool water flows, yeah.
Let me remember things I love,
Stoppin' at the log where catfish bite,
Walkin' along the river road at night,
Barefoot girls dancin' in the moonlight.
I can hear the bullfrog callin' me.
Wonder if my rope's still hangin' to the tree.
Love to kick my feet 'way down the shallow water.
Shoefly, dragonfly, get back t'your mother.
Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River.
Welllllll!
Up at Cody's camp I spent my days, oh,
With flat car riders and cross-tie walkers
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Old Cody, Junior took me over,
Said, "You're gonna find the world is smould'rin'.
And if you get lost come on home to Green River."
Welllllll!
Come on home.