No, sirree.
Cross-Tie Walker from Creedence Clearwater Revival featuring John Fogerty's rockabilly guitar.
No, sirree.
Cross-Tie Walker from Creedence Clearwater Revival featuring John Fogerty's rockabilly guitar.
Outstanding guitar work by Fogerty along with a scorching vocal guaranteed to peel the paint off your walls (honest, just play it loud enough). The guy bashing the drums so hard is Kenny Aronoff, long-time member of John Mellencamp's band.
From Creedence Clearwater Revival's 1969 album, Willie & The Poor Boys, one of their lesser known tunes, featuring apocalyptic lyrics and two scorching guitar solos from John Fogerty.
Last night
I saw the fire spreadin' to
The country side.
In the mornin'
Few were left to watch
The ashes die.Who is burnin'?
Who is burnin'?
Effigy
I can remember the 4th of July
Running through the backwoods bare
I can still hear my old hound dog barking
Chasing down a hoo-doo there
Born On A Bayou from Creedence Clearwater Revival, featuring John Fogerty's paint-peeling vocal and an incredible groove.
A perfect lyric should create images in your mind and convey a meaningful sentiment. This is the lyric for Green River, a hit for Creedence Clearwater Revival in 1969. Composed by lead guitarist and vocalist John Fogarty. The first two verses create the vivid images (the fact my childhood did not align completely makes no difference if the lyric is right) and the final verse is both touching, comforting and a forewarning of the travails of adulthood.
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, 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."
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
I'm the penthouse pauper
I got nothing to my name
I can be most anything
'Cause when you got nothin' it's all the same
Wrote a song for everyone,
Wrote a song for truth.
Wrote a song for everyone
And I couldn't even talk to you.
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.
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.