Альбом John Fogerty

He take the thunder from the mountain
He take a lightning from the sky
He bring a strong man to his begging knee
He make the young girl's mama cry.

You got to hidey-hide
You got to jump and run
You got to hidey-hidey-hide
The old man is down the road...

He got the voices speakin' riddles
He got the eye as black as coal
He got a suitcase covered with rattlesnake hide
And he stands right in the road.

You got to hidey-hide
You got to jump up run away
You got to hidey-hidey-hide
The old man is down the road.

(Guitar Solo 1)

He make the river call your lover
He make the barking of the hound
Put a shadow 'cross the window
When the old man comes around.

You got to hidey-hide
You got to jump and run again
You got to hidey-hidey-hide
The old man is down the road

The old man is down the road.

(Guitar Solo 2)

You got to, you got to, you got to hidey-hidey-hide.

(end)

Sometimes I think life is just a rodeo,
The trick is to ride and make it to the bell.
But there is a place, sweet as you will ever know,
In music and love, and things you never tell.
You see it in their face, secrets on the telephone,
A time out of time, for you and no one else.

[Chorus:]
Hey let's go all over the world,
Rock and Roll Girls, Rock and Roll Girls.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

If I had my way, I'd shuffle off to Buffalo;
Sit by the lake, and watch the world go by.
Ladies in the sun, listenin' to the radio,
Like flowers on the sand, a rainbow in my mind.

[Chorus x3]

Yeah, yeah yeah!

When I was young, I spent my summer days playin' on the track.
The sound of the wheels rollin' on the steel took me out, took me back.

[Chorus:]
Big Train from Memphis, Big Train from Memphis,
Now it's gone gone gone, gone gone gone.

Like no one before, he let out a roar, and I just had to tag along.
Each night I went to bed with the sound in my head, and the dream was a song.

[Chorus]

Well I've rode 'em in and back out again - you know what they say about trains;
But I'm tellin' you when that Memphis train came through,
This ol' world was not the same.

[Chorus]

They sent us home to watch the show comin' on the little screen;
A man named Ike was in the White House, big black limousine;
There were many shows to follow, from 'Hooter' to 'Doodyville',
Though I saw them all, I can't recall which cartoon was real.

The coon-skin caps, Yankee bats, the "Hound Dog" man's big start;
The A-Bomb fears, Annette had ears, I lusted in my heart.
A young man from Boston set sail the new frontier,
And we watched the Dream dead-end in Dallas,
They buried innocence that year.

I know it's true, oh so true, 'cause I saw it on TV.

We gathered round to hear the sound comin' on the little screen,
The grief had passed, the old men laughed, and all the girls screamed
'Cause four guys from England took us all by the hand,
It was time to laugh, time to sing, time to join the band.

But all too soon, we hit the moon, and covered up the sky;
They built their bombs, and aimed their guns, and still I don't know why
The dominoes tumbled and big business roared;
Every night at six, they showed the pictures and counted up the score.

I know it's true, oh so true, 'cause I saw it on TV.

The old man rocks among his dreams, a prisoner of the porch;
"The light," he says "At the end of the tunnel,
Was nothin' but a burglar's torch."
And them that was caught in the Cover are all rich and free,
But they chained my mind to an endless tomb
When they took my only son from me.

I know it's true, oh so true, 'cause I saw it on TV.
I know it's true, oh so true, 'cause I saw it on TV

Mr. Greed, why you got to own everything that you see?
Mr. Greed, why you put a chain on everybody livin' free?
You're hungerin' for his house, you're hungerin' for his wife,
And your appetite will never be denied.
You're a devil of consumption; I hope you choke, Mr. Greed.

[Chorus:]
How do you get away with robbin'? Did your mother teach you how?
I hear you got away with murder, did you do your mama proud?

Mr. Greed, why you got to take more than you can ever use?
Bring 'em to their knees; isn't it enough just to win while they lose?
You bring no honor to the game, you feast upon the blood and pain,
But the bones you hoard can only bring you shame.
There's corruption in your path, be that your epitaph, Mr. Greed.

[Chorus]

[Chorus:]
Oh the midnight, need a searchlight.
Oh the midnight, need a searchlight.

I walk along the rocky shore, the place I lost myself;
I search the water, look in the sky, I hear the cries for help.
I trace my footsteps down to the sea, but then the path disappears;
Here in the darkness, I'm runnin' blind,
Been stumblin' for all of these years.

[Chorus]

What was the demon that made me run, can I ever hope to understand?
I hear my voice, echoes on the wind; I try to reach out with my hand.
Without a light, I might be here forever, lost for all eternity;
There in the darkness, slippin' through my fingers,
The face that smiles back is me.

[Chorus x3]

Well beat the drum and hold the phone,
The sun came out today.
We're born again, there's new grass on the field.
Roundin' third, and headed for home,
It's a brown eyed handsome man,
anyone can understand the way I feel.

(Chorus)
Ooohh Put me in coach, Im ready to play-today
Put me in coach, I'm ready to play today,
Look at me, I could be Centerfield.

Well I spent some time in the Muddville Nine,
Watching it from the bench.
You know I took some lumps, when the mighty Case struck out.
So say "Hey Willy," Tell the Cobb, and Joe DiMaggio,
don't say it ain't so,
you know the time is now.

(Chorus)

Got a beat-up glove, a home-made bat,
and a brand new pair of shoes.
You know I think it's time to give this game a ride.
Just to hit the ball, and touch 'em all, a moment in the sun.
It's gone and you can tell that one good-bye.

(Chorus X2)

My oh my, what's a guy to do?
The time is right, time to make a move;
This is hard to take, I can hardly wait!
I can't help myself.

Pins and needles, nervous alley cat;
I can't sit down, I'm burnin' up the track;
Like a runaway truck, I just gotta buck;
I can't help myself.

[Chorus:]
There's a whirlwind up ahead, so spread the news;
I can't be late, I gotta break, I feel like bustin' loose!
I can't help myself.

My oh my, ride the wild stampede;
I can't let go, I can't control the speed;
I'm chompin' at the bit, and it's too late to quit!
I can't help myself.

[Chorus]

I can't help myself, I can't help myself.
This is hard to take, I can hardly wait!
I can't help-a-my, I can't help-a-my, I can't help-a-myself

[Chorus:]
Vanz can't dance, but he'll steal your money,
Watch him or he'll rob you blind. (X 4)

[Chorus]

Out in the street a crowd is gatherin',
Pushed down by the heat of the building, they're wantin' to dance.
Makin' their way up the street, a boy with a pig and a radio;
Little Billy can work on the crowd, put 'em into a trance,
For the little pig Vanz.

[Chorus]

You're watchin' 'em dance, not a care in the world;
So Billy and Vanz get busy, they're makin' their move;
The little pig knows what to do, he's silent and quick, just like Oliver Twist;
Before it's over, your pocket is clean,
A four-legged thief paid a visit on you.

[Chorus x3]