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Creedence Clearwater Revival lyrics
Album: Creedence Clearwater Revival [1968]
| I Put a Spell on You | |
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I put a spell on you
Because you're mine.
You better stop
The things that you're doin'.
I said watch out!
I ain't lyin', yeah!
I ain't gonna take none of your
Foolin' around;
I ain't gonna take none of your
Puttin' me down;
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine.
All right!
(repeat 1x)
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| The Working Man | |
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Well, I was born on a sunday; on thursday I had me a job.
I was born on a sunday; by thursday I was workin' out on the job.
I ain't never had no day off since I learned right from wrong.
Mama said I was bad, I did something to her head.
Mama said I was bad, I did something to her head.
And poppa threw me out, ooh, said, I gotta earn my own way.
Chorus:
I ain't never been in trouble;
I ain't got the time.
I don't mess around with magic, child.
What I got is mine.
Whatever you say, lord, well, that's what I'm gonna do.
Whatever you say, well, that's what I'm gonna do.
'cause I'm the working man, lord, and I do the job for you.
Chorus
Every friday, well, that's when I get paid.
Don't take me on friday, lord, 'cause that's when I get paid.
Let me die on saturday night, ooh, before sunday gets my head.
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| Suzie Q | |
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oh susie q
oh susie q
oh susie q baby i love you
susie q
i like the way u walk
i like the way u talk
i like the way u walk, i like the way u talk
susie q
say that you'll be true
oh say that you'll be true
oh say that you'll be true and never me blue
susie q
say that you'll be mine
oh say that you'll be mine
oh say that you'll be mine baby all the time
susie q
oooh
oh susie q
oh susie q
oh susie q baby i love you
susie q
i like the way u walk
i like the way u talk
i like the way u walk, i like the way u talk
susie q
oh susie q
oh susie q
oh susie q oh baby love you
susie q
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| Ninety-Nine and a Half (Won't Do) | |
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I got to have all your love, night and day.
Not just a little part, but all of your heart, sugar.
CHORUS:
Ninety-nine and a half just won't do.
Oh, no, no, just won't get it.
Don' t be led in the wrong direction.
To start this thing off right, a man need a little love and affection,
Yes he do, now.
CHORUS
All right. Lookie here,
We got to bring it all down, start gettin' it right.
We got to stop this messin' around, and keep the thing up tight,
Yes we do, now.
CHORUS
All right, sugar.
Got to have a hundred,
Got to have a hundred.
All right.
Ooh, I must do, I must do,
I must do now.
Oh! Got to have a hundred!
Got to have a hundred!
Oh! Got to have a hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hundred, too right.
Got to have a hundred, now. Oh!
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| Get Down Woman | |
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Well, get down woman, before I have to go.
Well, get down woman, before I have to go.
You know, ya hurt me with your bad mouth,
An' I just don't wanna know.
Well, slow down, baby, and gimme a little time.
Well, slow down, baby, and gimme a little time.
If you want me hangin' 'round,
Gotta give me some peace of mind.
Oh, get down boy.
Well, get back, woman, before you bring it down.
Well, now, get back, baby, before you bring it down.
Or you can tell it to the wall,
Without me hangin' around.
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| Porterville | |
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It's been an awful long time since I been home,
But you won't catch me goin' back down there alone.
Things they said when I was young are quite enough to get me hung.
I don't care! I don't care!
They came and took my dad away to serve some time,
But it was me that paid the debt he left behind.
Folks said I was full of sin, because I was the next of kin.
I don't care! I don't care!
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo!
I don't care! I don't care!
Folks were out one night to put me up a fence,
And you can guess that I've been runnin' ever since.
Ain't no one that's 'bout to help, and I'll keep on, I tell myself.
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
Ain't no one that's 'bout to help,
And I'll keep on, I tell myself.
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
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| Gloomy | |
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Some people laugh in the dark,
Some people cry alone.
Some people talk without sayin' a thing,
And ev'rything turns out gloomy.
Some people count your money,
Someone is countin' your days.
And somebody got to keep track of your mind.
When ev'rything turns out gloomy.
Brothers'll make you look sideways,
Fathers'll make you look back.
And when you're done talking, you still got to shoot,
Cause ev'rything turns out gloomy.
Ooooooh! ooooooh!
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