Bayou Country by Creedence Clearwater Revival - Album Lyrics & Tracks

[Chorus]

Bootleg, bootleg

Bootleg, howl

Bootleg, bootleg

Bootleg, howl

 

[Verse 1]

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

 

[Chorus]

Bootleg, bootleg

Bootleg, howl

Bootleg, bootleg

Bootleg, howl

 

[Verse 2]

Finding a natural woman

Like honey to a bee

But you don't buzz the flower

When you know the honey's free

 

[Chorus]

Bootleg, bootleg

Bootleg, howl

Bootleg, bootleg

Bootleg, howl

 

 

[Instrumental Bridge]

 

[Verse 3]

Suzy maybe give you some cherry pie

But Lord, that ain't no fun

Better you grab it when she ain't looking

Because you know you'd rather have it on the run

 

[Chorus]

Bootleg, bootleg

Bootleg, howl

Bootleg, bootleg

Bootleg, howl

9 ContributorsGraveyard Train LyricsOn the highway, thirty people lost their lives

On the highway, thirty people lost their lives

Well, I had some words to holler

And my Rosie took a ride

In the moonlight, see the Greyhound rolling on

In the moonlight, see the Greyhound rolling on

Flying 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, hear me crying out her name

In the midnight, hear me crying out her name

I'm standing on the railroad

Waiting 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

Because I'm number thirty-one

[Chorus]

Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball

Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball

When you're rocking and a-rolling

Can't hear your momma call

 

[Verse 1]

From the early early morning till the early early night

You can see Miss Molly rocking at the house of blue lights

 

[Chorus]

Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball

When you're rocking and a-rolling

Can't hear your momma call

 

[Verse 2]

Well, now momma, poppa told me, "Son, you better watch your step"

If I knew my momma, poppa, have to watch my pop myself

 

[Chorus]

Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball

When you're rocking and a-rolling

Can't hear your momma call

 

[Verse 3]

We're going to the corner, gonna buy a diamond ring

Would you pardon me if it's a nineteen-carat golden thing?

 

 

[Chorus]

Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball

When you're rocking and a-rolling

Can't hear your momma call

 

[Chorus]

Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball

Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball

When you're rocking and a-rolling

Can't hear your momma call

[Verse]

Now, if I was a bricklayer

I wouldn't build just anything

And if I was a ball player

I wouldn't play no second string

And if I were some jewelry, baby

Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring

If I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told

If I were a jug of wine, Lord, my flavor would be old

I could be most anything

But it got to be twenty-four karat solid gold, oh

If I were a gambler, You know I'd never lose

And if I were a guitar player

Lord, I'd have to play the blues

If I was a hacksaw, My blade would be razor sharp

If I were a politician, I could prove that monkeys talk

You can find the tallest building

Lord, I'd have me the house on top

Oh, let's go!

All right, keep going!

I'm the penthouse pauper

I got nothing to my name

I'm the penthouse pauper; baby

I got nothing to my name

I can be most anything

Because when you got nothing it's all the same

Oh, let's move to this song!

Lord, look at my penthouse