know where to stop Well that's all right This premonition is killin' me But it's all right I must be crazy, I must be seein' things Well that's all right This premonition
Перевод: Джон Фогерти. Предчувствие.
I see a bad moon a-rising. I see trouble on the way. I see earth quakes and lightnin'. I see bad times today. Don't go 'round tonight it's bound and
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." I can remember
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
I tiptoed in the room I know you got to have your rest She says, "Come lay beside me, I've been waitin' since you left" She's sweet to me Must be the
Oooh! Ah! Well, a-here-ee-yup, a-here-ee-yup, a-here we go, Four in the mornin', justa hittin' the road, Here we go-oh! Rockin' all over the world! Yeah
Oh, Susie Q, Oh, Susie Q Oh, Susie Q, Baby I love you, Susie Q I like the way you walk I like the way you talk I like the way you walk I like the way
He take the thunder from the mountain, he take the lightning from the sky, He bring the strong man to his begging knee, he make the young girl's mama
Two-lane Shinin' in the july dust Heat risin' off the road Out in front of my truck Pulled my pick-up over the hill Down the slide gravel through the
Seven Thirty Seven comin' out of the sky. Oh! Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride, I wanna move. [Chorus:] Playin' in a Travelin' Band
Long as I remember The rain been comin' down. Clouds of myst'ry pourin' Confusion on the ground. Good men through the ages, Tryin' to find the sun; And
Outside my window, I can hear the radio, And I know that motor wagon is ready to fly, 'Cause it's almost Saturday night. Bye bye, tomorrow, Jody's gone
Ooh, let's go ridin' Cruisin' down the open road We can put the top down Listen to the radio Big ol' Buick And a big ol' sky Wheels on fire And I'll
Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, they're red, whit and blue. And when the band plays "Hail to the chief", they point the cannon right
Left a good job in the city, Workin' for the man ev'ry night and day, And I never lost one minute of sleepin', Worryin' 'bout the way things might have
Well, beat the drum and hold the phone - the sun came out today! We're born again, there's new grass on the field. A-roundin' third, and headed for home