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| 1. |
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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. |
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| 2. |
| 2:41 |
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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. |
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| 3. |
| 2:22 |
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It's been an awful long time since I been home,
But you won't catch me goin' back down there alone. Things they said when I was young Are quite enough to get me hung. I don't care! I don't care! They came and took my Dad away to serve some time, But it was me that paid the debt he left behind. Folks said I was full of sin, Because I was the next of kin. I don't care! I don't care! Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! I don't care! I don't care! Folks were out one night to put me up a fence, And you can guess that I've been runnin' ever since. Ain't no one that's 'bout to help, And I'll keep on, I tell myself. I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! Ain't no one that's 'bout to help, And I'll keep on, I tell myself. I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! I don't care! |
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| 4. |
| 3:02 |
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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 |
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| 4:54 |
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Wrote a song for everyone
Met myself a comin’ county welfare line. I was feelin’ strung out, Hung out on the line. Saw myself a goin’, down to war in June. All I want, All I want is to write myself a tune. CHORUS: Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. Got myself arrested, Wound me up in jail. Richmond ‘bout to blow up, Communication failed. If you see the answer, now’s the time to say. All I want, All I want is to get you down to pray. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. Saw the people standin’ thousand years in chains. Somebody said it’s diff’rent now, look, it’s just the same. Pharoahs spin the message, round and round the truth. They could have saved a million people, How can I tell you? Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote A Song For Ev’ryone And I couldn’t even talk to you. |
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| 6. |
| 7:41 |
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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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| 3:37 | 
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| 4:12 |
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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 fork up in the pan; But you better not complain, boy, You get in trouble with the man. 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 ever-lovin' 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. 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 ever-lovin' light on me. If you're ever in Houston, Well, you better do the right, You better not gamble, Yeah, 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. Oh, let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Oh, let the midnight special Shine a light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a ever-lovin' 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 light on me. Let the midnight special Shine a ever-lovin' light on me. |
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| 9. |
| 2:06 |
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Hey, baby, jump over here;
When you do the ooby dooby, I gotta be there. Ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, Ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, Ooby dooby-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah. Well, you wiggle to the left, you wiggle to the right, You do the ooby dooby with all your might. Ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, Ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, Ooby dooby-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah. Well, you wiggle an' you shake like a big rattlesnake; You do the Ooby Dooby till you think you're gonna break. Ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, Ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, Ooby dooby-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah. I'm movin' and struttin' 'cause now I know How to do the ooby dooby, baby, let's go. Ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, Ooby dooby, ooby dooby, ooby dooby, Ooby dooby-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah. |
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