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BAD MOON RISING

Words and music by John Fogerty

I see a bad moon a-rising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earth quakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.

Don't go 'round tonight
it's bound and take your life,
there's a bad moon on the rise.

I hear hurricanes a-blowing,
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.

Don't go 'round tonight
it's bound and take your life,
there's a bad moon on the rise.

Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quit prepared to die.
Look's like we're in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.

Don't go 'round tonight
it's bound and take your life,
there's a bad moon on the rise.

Copyright © 1969 by Jondora Music

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BORN ON THE BAYOU

Words and music by John Fogerty

Now, when I just was a little boy,
standin to my Daddy's knee,
my poppa said "Son, don't let the man get you
and do what he done to me."

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 where a fast freight train,
just a chooglin' on down to New Orleans.

Born on the Bayou
Born on the Bayou
Born on the Bayou

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

Copyright © 1968, 1969 by Jondora Music

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DOWN ON THE CORNER

Words and music by John Fogerty

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 picks a tune out,
and he blows it on the harp.

Down On The Corner
out in the street.
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
bring a nickel
tap your feet.

Rooster hits the washboard
and people just got smile,
Blinky thumps the gut bass,
and solos for a while.

Poorboy twangs the rythm out
on his kalamazoo
Willy goes into a dance
and doubles on kazoo.

Down On The Corner
out in the street.
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
bring a nickel
tap your feet.

Down On The Corner
out in the street.
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
bring a nickel
tap your feet.

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.

Down On The Corner
out in the street.
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
bring a nickel
tap your feet.

Down On The Corner
out in the street.
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
bring a nickel
tap your feet.

Down On The Corner
out in the street.
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
bring a nickel
tap your feet.

Down On The Corner
out in the street.
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
bring a nickel
tap your feet.

Copyright © 1969 by Jondora Music

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FORTUNATE SON

Words and music by John Fogerty

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 at you.

It ain't me,
it ain't me.
I ain't no senator's son.
It ain't me,
it ain't me.
I ain't no fortunate one.

Some folks are born
silver spoon in hand,
Lord don't they help themselves.
But when the tax man comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale.

It ain't me,
it ain't me.
I ain't no millionaire's son.
It ain't me,
it ain't me.
I ain't no fortunate one.

Some folks inherit
star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war.
And when you ask them,
"How much should we give?"
They only answer "More! More! More!"

It ain't me,
it ain't me.
I ain't no military son.
It ain't me,
it ain't me.
I ain't no fortunate one.

It ain't me,
it ain't me.
I ain't no Fortunate Son.

Copyright © 1969 by Jondora Music

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GRAVEYARD TRAIN

Words and music by John Fogerty

On the highway,
thirty people lost their lives.

On the highway,
thirty people lost their lives.

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,
here me cryin' out her name.

In the midnight,
here 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'.

Copyright © 1969 by Jondora Music

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GREEN RIVER

Words and music by John Fogerty

Well,
take me back down where
cool water flows.
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.

Up at Cody's camp I
spent my days
With
flat car riders and cross
-tie walkers.
Old Cody, Junior
took me over,
Said, "You're gonna find the world
is smould'rin'.
If you get lost
come on home to Green
River."

Copyright © 1969 by Jondora Music

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