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Fogerty John The Long Road Home Ultimate John Fogerty Creedence Collection

Just about a year ago, I set out on the road Seekin' my fame and fortune, lookin' for a pot of gold Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you

Now, when I just was a little boy Standin' to my daddy's knee My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you And do what he done to me" 'Cause I get

Vu all over again Day by day I hear the voices rising Started with a whisper like it did before Day by day we count the dead and dying Ship the bodies back home

Someone told me long ago There's a calm before the storm I know, it's been comin' for some time When it's over, so they say It'll reign a sunny day I

Early in the evenin' just about supper time Over by the court house they're starting to unwind Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up Willy picks

I beat the drum and hold the phone, the sun came out today We're born again, there's new grass on the field Just a-roundin' third and headed for home,

Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy! Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singin' Doo,

Keep on chooglin' Keep on chooglin' Keep on chooglin' Chooglin', chooglin' Chooglin', chooglin' Maybe you don't understand it But if you're a natural

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