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Willy and the Poor Boys

Creedence Clearwater Revival

℗ 1969 Fantasy Records FANT 8397

Creedence Clearwater Revival • 1969 • Willy and the Poor Boys

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.

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Down on the Corner

(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

It Came Out of the Sky

(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."

Cotton Fields

(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.

Poorboy Shuffle

(John Fogerty)

Poorboy Shuffle.
OK. Is it workin'?
You heard it. Ha, Ha, Ha!
Hey Rooster! Hey, Rooster!
(laughter)
Hey!

Feelin' Blue

(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.

Fortunate Son

(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

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

(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.

The Midnight Special

(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

Effigy

(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.