Rollin' up the country side Thinkin' I'm the Devil's heatwave What you burn in your crazy mind? Saw a slight distraction Standin' by the road Well,
My oh my I'm a restless guy Got a home everywhere I go Well I ain't good lookin' And I ain't so smart But baby I'm a sensitive guy I ain't done everything
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
Well, a-here-ee-yup, a-here-ee-yup, a-here we go All aboard, justa hittin' the road, here we go, oh! Rockin' all over the world! Well, a-geedeeup, a-
Long as I remember The rain been comin' down Clouds of mystery pourin' Confusion on the ground Good men through the ages Tryin' to find the sun And I
Seven Thirty Seven comin' out of the sky Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride I wanna move Playin' in a travelin' band, yeah Well, I'
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
[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
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
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
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
Someone told me long ago There's a calm before the storm, I know; It's been comin' for some time. When it's over, so they say, It'll rain a sunny day
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
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
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!
Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy! Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch. Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singin', [
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