℗ 1973
(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. 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. 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. Born on the Bayou; Born on the Bayou; Born on the Bayou. All right! Do, do, do, do. Mmmmmmm, oh.
(J. 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. 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.
(Hawkins — Lewis — Broadwater)
Oh, Susie Q, Oh, Susie Q Oh, Susie Q, Baby I love you, Susie Q I like the way you walk I like the way you talk I like the way you walk I like the way you talk, Susie Q Well, say that you'll be true well, say that you'll be true, Well, say that you'll be true and never leave me blue, Susie Q Well, say that you'll be mine well, say that you'll be mine, Well, say that you'll be mine, baby all the time, Susie Q Oh Susie Q, Oh Susie Q Oh Susie Q, Baby I love you, Susie Q I like the way you walk I like the way you talk I like the way you walk I like the way you talk, Susie Q. Oh Susie Q, Oh Susie Q Oh Susie Q, Baby I love you, Susie Q
(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."
(J. Fogerty)
Seven Thirty Seven comin' out of the sky. Oh! Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride, I wanna move. Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Yeah! Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, try'in' to get a hand, Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Take me to the hotel, Baggage gone, oh, well. Come on, come on, won't you get me to my room, I wanna move. Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Yeah! Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, try'in' to get a hand, Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Listen to the radio, Talkin' 'bout the last show. Someone got excited, Had to call the State Militia, Wanna move. Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Yeah! Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, try'in' to get a hand, Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Oh! Wow! Here we come again on a Saturday night Oh with your fussin' and a fightin' Won't you get me to the rhyme, I wanna move. Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Yeah! Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, try'in' to get a hand, Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Oh! Wow! Oh! I'm playin' in a Travelin' Band; Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Won't you get me, take me hand Well, I'm playin' in a Travelin' Band, Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land. Tryin' to get a hand, Playin' in a Travelin' Band, Oh! Wow! Hey!
(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
(J. 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. 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. Com, commotion, Git, git, git, gone. Com, commotion, Git, git, git, gone. 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. Com, commotion, Git, git, git, gone. Com, commotion, Git, git, git, gone.
(J. Fogerty)
Just about a year ago, I set out on the road, Seekin' my fame and fortune, lookin' for a pot of gold. Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune. Oh ! Lord, stuck in Lodi again. Rode in on the Greyhound, I'll be walkin' out if I go. I was just passin' through, must be seven months or more. Ran out of time and money, looks like they took my friends. Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again. The man from the magazine said I was on my way. Somewhere I lost connections, ran out of songs to play. I came into town, a one night stand, looks like my plans fell through Oh ! Lord, stuck in Lodi again. Mmmm... If I only had a dollar, for ev'ry song I've sung. And ev'ry time I've had to play while people sat there drunk. You know, I'd catch the next train back to where I live. Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again. Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again.
(J. Fogerty)
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.
(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. 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 pain down in New Orleans, But I never saw the good side of the city, 'Til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen. Big wheel keep on turnin', Proud Mary keep on burnin', Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. If you come down to the river, Bet you gonna find some people who live. You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money, People on the river are happy to give. Big wheel keep on turnin', Proud Mary keep on burnin', Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river. Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
(J. Fogerty)
There's a place up ahead and I'm goin' just as fast as my feet can fly Come away, come away if you're goin', leave the sinkin' ship behind. Come on the risin' wind, we're goin' up around the bend. Ooh! Bring a song and a smile for the banjo, better get while the gettin's good, Hitch a ride to the end of the highway where the neons turn to wood. Come on the risin' wind, we're goin' up around the bend. Oooh! You can ponder perpetual motion, fix your mind on a crystal day, Always time for a good conversation, there's an ear for what you say. Come on the risin' wind, we're goin' up around the bend. Yeah! Oooh! Catch a ride to the end of the highway and we'll meet by the big red tree, There's a place up ahead and I'm goin', come along, come along with me. Come on the risin' wind, we're goin' up around the bend. Yeah! Do do doo do...
(J. Fogerty)
Hey, Tonight, Gonna be tonight, Don't you know I'm flyin' Tonight, tonight. Hey, c'mon, Gonna chase tomorrow Tonight, tonight. Gonna get it to the rafters, Watch me now. Jody's gonna get religion All night long. Hey, c'mon, Gonna hear the sun Tonight, tonight. Gonna get it to the rafters, Watch me now. Jody's gonna get religion All night long. Aaaah! Hey, Tonight, Gonna be tonight, Don't you know I'm flyin' Tonight, tonight. Tonight, tonight.
(J. Fogerty)
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. Keep on chooglin' Keep on chooglin' Keep on chooglin' Chooglin', Chooglin'. Keep on chooglin' Keep on chooglin' Keep on chooglin' Chooglin', Chooglin'. 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. Keep on chooglin' Keep on chooglin' Keep on chooglin' Chooglin', Chooglin'. Oh, we're Creedence! Clearwater! Revival!