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Creedence Clearwater Revival : Willy And The Poor Boys
1969

  1. Down On The Corner
  2. It Came Out Of The Sky
  3. Cotton Fields
  4. Feelin' Blue

  5. Fortunate Son
  6. Don't Look Now (It Ain't You Or Me)
  7. The Midnight Special
  8. Effigy

Down On The Corner

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Riffs 1 and 2 continue through verses along with rhythm guitar
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Early in the evenin' just about supper-time
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Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind
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Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up
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Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp
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Down on the corner, out in the street
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Willy and the Poor Boys are playin'
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Bring a nickel, tap your feet Rooster hits the washboard, and people just gotta smile Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for awhile Poor boy twangs the rhythm out on his Kalamazoo And Willy goes in to 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 You don't need a penny just to hang around But if you 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

It Came Out Of The Sky

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Oh, it came out of the sky, landed just a little south of Moline Jody fell out of his tractor, couldn't believe what he seen
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Laid on the ground and shook fearing for his life
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Then he ran all the way to town screaming it came out of the sky
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Well, a crowd gathered round and a scientist said it was Martian Spiro came and made a speech about raising the Mars tax
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The Vatican said, woe, the Lord has come, Hollywood rushed out an epic film
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And Ronnie the Popular said it was a communist plot |
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Oh, the newspapers came and made Jody a national hero Walter and Eric said they'd put him on a network TV show
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The White House said, "Put the thing in the Blue Room"
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The Vatican said, "No, it belongs to Rome"
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And Jody said, it's mine and you can have it for seventeen million.
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Oh, it came out of the sky, landed just a little south of Moline Jody fell out of his tractor, couldn't believe what he seen
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Laid on the ground and shook fearing for his life
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Then he ran all the way to town screaming it came out of the sky |
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Cotton Fields

<Lead Belly>
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When I was a little bitty baby
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My mama would rock me in the cradle
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In them old cotton fields back home
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It was down in Louisiana
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Just about a mile from Texarkana
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In them old cotton fields back home
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Now, when them cotton bolls get rotten
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You can't pick very much cotton
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In them old cotton fields back home
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It was down in Louisiana
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Just about a mile from Texarkana
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In them old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields back home Now, when them cotton bolls get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields back home
Instrumental verse
When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields back home In them old cotton fields back home

Feelin' Blue

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Hey, look over yonder out in the rain
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Soakin' wet fever in my brain
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Now, I ain't certain which way to go
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But I got to move, sure
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Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
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Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
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Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
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I'm feelin' blue, I'm feelin' blue Hey, look over yonder behind the wall They're closin' in I'm about to fall Now I'm no coward, but I ain't no cool Feel it in my bones, my book is due Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue I'm feelin' blue, I'm feelin' blue
Instrumental break
Hey, look over yonder, up in the tree There's a rope hangin' just for me Without a warnin', without a warnin' Things are pilin' up to break me down Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue I'm feelin' blue, I'm feelin' blue
Instrumental break
Hey, look over yonder, out in the street People laughin' by, walkin' easy Now, I'm no sinner, but I ain't no saint If it's happy, you can say I ain't Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue I'm feelin' blue, I'm feelin' blue

Fortunate Son

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Some folks are born made to wave the flag
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Ooh, that red, white and blue
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And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
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Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord!
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son
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It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no 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 lookin' like a rummage sale, yeah 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
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Some folks inherit star spangled eyes Ooh, and they send you down to war, Lord And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" Ooh, the only answer is more! more! more! yeah! 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 It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, son

Don't Look Now (It Ain't You Or Me)

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Who will take the coal from the mine?
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Who will take the salt from the earth?
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Who'll take a leaf and grow it to a tree?
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Don't look now, it ain't you or me Who will work the fields with his hands? Who will put his back to the plough? Who'll take the mountain and give it to the sea? Don't look now, it ain't you or me
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Don't look now, someone's done your starving
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Don't look now, someone's done your praying too Who will make the shoes for your feet? Who will make the clothes that you wear? Who'll take the promise that you don't have to keep? Don't look now, it ain't you or me
Instrumental verse
Well, don't look now, someone s done your starving Don't look now, someone's done your praying too Who will take the coal from the mine? Who will take the salt from the earth? Who'll take the promise, that you don't have to keep? Don't look now, it ain't you or me

The Midnight Special

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Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring
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And they march you to the table to see the same old thing
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Ain't no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan
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But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man
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Let the midnight special shine a light on me
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Let the midnight special shine a light on me
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Let the midnight special shine a light on me
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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 governor, 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, there, 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 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

Effigy

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Last night, I saw a fire burning on the palace lawn
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Over the land, the humble subjects watched in mixed emotion
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Who is burnin'? Who is burnin'? Effigy
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Who is burnin'? Who is burnin'? Effigy Last night, I saw the fire spreading to the palace door Silent majority weren't keeping quiet anymore Who is burnin'? Who is burnin'? Effigy Who is burnin'? Who is burnin'? Effigy |
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Last night, I saw the fire spreading to the countryside In the morning, few were left to watch the ashes die Who is burnin'? Who is burnin'? Effigy Who is burnin'? Who is burnin'? Effigy
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Why? Why? Why? Effigy |
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