Stu Cook, Doug Clifford
Creedence Clearwater Revival
The sun came up and pushed away the clouds.
Stumbled back to my room, really don't know how.
I won't wake up 'til this afternoon,
Been out walkin' all night again.
Stranger here try'n' to have fun.
Far from home; it's just begun.
Give out the warm, it comes back cold.
Oh, god, I need someone to hold.
The coffee's cold, it's gonna have to do.
My feet are shot, feelin' hungry too.
People don't have a thing to say.
Feel your dignity slip away.
Won't wake up 'til this afternoon.
Waste of time 'cause there's nothing new.
Give out the warm, it comes back cold.
Oh, god, I need someone to hold.
Give out the warm, it comes back cold.
Oh, god, I need someone to hold.
A city nice as this one should be kind.
It pushed me down, really don't know why.
When I wake up this afternoon,
Another day to make it through,
Might get lucky and find a dime,
Things don't change, gonna give up tryin'.
Give out the warm, it comes back cold.
Oh, god, I need someone to hold.
Give out the warm, it comes back cold.
Oh, god, I need someone to hold.
Give out the warm, it comes back cold.
Give out the warm, it comes back cold.
Give out the warm, it comes back cold.
Give out the warm, it comes back cold.
Give out the warm, it comes back cold.
3-ий трек из альбома "Mardi Gras" (1972).
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Arthur Crudup
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Yes, my baby left me
Never said a word
Was it something I done?
Something that she heard?
You know she left me
My baby left me
My baby even left me
Never said a word
Lord, I stand at my window
Wring my hands and cry
I hate to lose that woman
Hate to say goodbye
You know she left me
My baby left me
My baby even left me
Never said goodbye
Help me, boy!
And now, one of these mornings
Lord, it won't be long
You'll look for me and baby
Daddy he'll be gone
You know she left me
My baby left me
My baby even left me
Never said a word
Lord, I stand at my window
Wring my hands and moan
All I know is that
The one I love is gone
You know she left me
My baby left me
My baby even left me
Never said goodbye
My baby even left me
Never said goodbye
8-ой трек (2/2) из альбома "Cosmo's Factory" (1970).
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John Fogerty
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Moli i i i na where you goin' to ?
Moli i i i na where you goin' to ?
She's daughter to the mayor
Messin' with the sheriff
Drivin' in a blue car
She don't see no red light
Moli i i i na where you goin' to ?
Moli i i i na where you goin' to ?
She's comin' in the mornin'
Lookin' a disaster
Drivin' in the prowl car
Spent the night in jail
Moli i i i na where you goin' to ?
Moli i i i na where you goin' to ?
Sheriff gonna go far
Drivin' to the state house
If she makes a million
Papa can retire
Moli i i i na where you goin' to ?
Moli i i i na where you goin' to ?
9-ый трек (4/2) из альбома "Pendulum" (1970).
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Traditional, arr. J. C. Fogerty
Creedence Clearwater Revival
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
8-ой трек (3/2) из альбома "Willy and the Poor Boys" (1969).
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