℗ 1969 Fantasy Records FANT 8397
Willy and the Poor Boys is the fourth album by American band Creedence Clearwater Revival, released in 1969 (see 1969 in music). The only mention of the album's title is in the chorus of "Down on the Corner". In 2003, the album was ranked number 392 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time. |
(John Fogerty)
Early in the evenin' just about supper time Over by the courthouse 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 Poorboys are playin' Bring a nickel; tap your feet Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile Blinky, thumps the gut bass and solos for a while Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poorboys are playin' Bring a nickel; tap your feet Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poorboys 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 Poorboys are playin' Bring a nickel; tap your feet Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poorboys are playin' Bring a nickel; tap your feet Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poorboys are playin' Bring a nickel; tap your feet
(John Fogerty)
Oh, it came out of the sky, landed just a little south of Moline Jody fell out of his tractor, couldn't b'lieve what he seen Laid on the ground and shook, fearin' for his life Then he ran all the way to town screamin' "It came out of the sky." Well, a crowd gathered 'round and a scientist said it was marsh gas Spiro came and made a speech about raising the Mars tax The Vatican said, "Woe, the Lord has come" Hollywood rushed out an epic film And Ronnie the Popular said it was a communist plot Oh, the newspapers came and made Jody a national hero Walter and Eric said they'd put him on a network T.V. show The White House said, "Put the thing in the Blue Room" The Vatican said, "No, it belongs to Rome." And Jody said, "It's mine and you can have it for seventeen million." Oh, it came out of the sky, landed just a little south of Moline Jody fell out of his tractor, couldn't b'lieve what he seen Laid on the ground a shakin', fearin' for his life Then he ran all the way to town screamin' "It came out of the sky."
(Huddie Ledbetter)
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. Oh, 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. 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. Oh, 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. 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.
(John Fogerty)
Poorboy Shuffle. OK. Is it workin'? You heard it. Ha, Ha, Ha! Hey Rooster! Hey, Rooster! (laughter) Hey!
(John Fogerty)
Hey, look over yonder out in the rain Soakin' wet fever in my brain Now, I ain't certain which way to go But I got to move, sure 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 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 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 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 I'm Feelin' Blue. I'm Feelin' Blue. I'm Feelin' Blue. I'm Feelin' Blue. I'm Feelin' Blue. I'm Feelin' Blue.
(John Fogerty)
Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no Yeah! 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 looks like a rummage sale, yes 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 Some folks inherit star spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh 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 no no It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no
(John Fogerty)
Who will take the coal from the mine? Who will take the salt from the earth? Who'll take a leaf and grow it to a tree? Don't look now, it ain't you or me. Who will work the field 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. Don't look now, someone's done your starvin'. Don't look now, someone's done your prayin' 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. Don't look now, someone's done your starvin'. Don't look now, someone's done your prayin' too. Who will take the coal from the mines? 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.
(traditional — arr. by John Fogerty)
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 pork 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 everlovin' 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 everlovin' 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 everlovin' 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 everlovin' light on me
(John Fogerty)
Last night I saw a fire burning on The palace lawn O'er the land The humble subjects watched in mixed Emotion Who is burnin'? Who is burnin'? Effigy. Who is burnin'? Who is burnin'? Effigy. Last night I saw the fire spreadin' to The palace door Silent majority Weren't keepin' quiet Anymore Who is burnin'? Who is burnin'? Effigy. Who is burnin'? Who is burnin'? Effigy. 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. Who is burnin'? Who is burnin'? Effigy. Why? Why? Why? Effigy.