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Rating: Well, here we are with Creedence Clearwater Revival. A group that is stratospherically essential, demonstrating how, in the era of rampant psychedelia, rock could (and perhaps should have) always been the kind that gets you moving in three to four minutes of song, saying everything that needed to be said in a few well-chosen phrases.
These four formidable characters (or rather this formidable character and these three highly skilled partners) have, in four years, churned out a series of singles and albums impressive for the quality and incisiveness of their songs. The breakthrough happened with their second album, "Bayou Country", written and recorded in a very short time and which quickly became a best seller.
"Born on the Bayou" is a track that immediately shows what the group is made of, an authentic journey between soul and Delta blues. "Bootleg" is a fast-paced, rhythmic, and incisive swamp, and it's the shortest track on the album (just over two minutes long). "Graveyard Train" is fantastic. A long blues ride of over 8 minutes, hypnotic and best listened to without distraction, will take you straight on a journey through the Mississippi Delta, among swamps and voodoo. The tribute to the putative fathers of this rock'n'roll is paid with a formidable version of "Good Golly, Miss Molly", the Rev Little Richard must have listened to it and been blown away.
Excellent blues also with "Penthouse Pauper", featuring wailing guitar solos from Mr. John Fogerty. John himself later stated that he wrote "Proud Mary", one of the most sold, listened to, and broadcast songs in the world, with headphones on while still listening to the first album that had just been released. I won't add more because no more needs to be added about this track. This short but incredibly intense album closes with "Keep On Chooglin'", again with Delta Blues for 6 minutes of absolute listening pleasure.
The Creedence were not officially a band known for long suites, but it must be said that even when they ventured into tracks longer than four minutes, they always managed to keep the listener's attention and imagination well engaged without boring them at all, thanks also to the great wisdom of John Fogerty, who always knew how to arrange songs perfectly and how to skillfully balance the various instrumental contributions. In an interview, he will say that this is something he has always been very clear about since he was 12 years old.
It was a time when, among the many great and ingenious psychedelic inventions, there was a need for a band that would bring back the pure blues and pure rock'n'roll, and the Creedence fulfilled this task superbly.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Born on the Bayou (05:17)
Now, when I was just a little boy,
Standin' to my Daddy's knee,
My poppa said,Son, don't let the man get you
Do what he done to me.
'Cause he'll get you,
'Cause he'll get you now, now.
And I can remember the fourth of July,
Runnin' through the backwood, bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin',
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
CHORUS:
Born On The Bayou;
Born On The Bayou;
Born On The Bayou.
Wish I was back on the Bayou.
Rollin' with some Cajun Queen.
Wishin' I were a fast freight train,
Just a chooglin' on down to New Orleans.
CHORUS
Do it, do it, do it, do it. Oh, Lord.
Oh get back boy.
I can remember the fourth of July,
Runnin' through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin',
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
CHORUS
All right! Do, do, do, do.
Mmmmmmm, oh.
02 Bootleg (03:03)
CHORUS:
Bootleg, Bootleg;
Bootleg, Howl.
Bootleg, Bootleg;
Bootleg, Howl.
Take you a glass of water
Make it against the law.
See how good the water tastes
When you can't have any at all.
CHORUS
Findin' a natural woman,
Like honey to a bee.
But you don't buzz the flower.
When you know the honey's free.
CHORUS
Suzy maybe give you some cherry pie,
But Lord, that ain't no fun.
Better you grab it when she ain't lookin'
'Cause you know you'd rather have it on the run.
CHORUS
03 Graveyard Train (08:39)
On the highway, Thirty people lost their lives.
On the highway, Thirty people lost their lives.
Well, I had some words to holler, And my Rosie took a ride.
In the moonlight, See the Greyhound rollin' on.
In the moonlight, See the Greyhound rollin' on.
Flyin' through the crossroads, Rosie ran into the Hound.
For the graveyard, Thirty boxes made of bone.
For the graveyard, Thirty boxes made of bone.
Mister Undertaker, Take this coffin from my home.
In the midnight, Hear me cryin' out her name.
In the midnight, Hear me cryin' out her name.
I'm standin' on the railroad, Waitin' for the Graveyard Train.
On the highway, Thirty people turned to stone.
On the highway, Thirty people turned to stone.
Oh, take me to the station, 'Cause I'm number thirty-one.
04 Good Golly Miss Molly (02:46)
Good Golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call.
From the early early mornin' till the early early night
You can see Miss Molly rockin' at the house of blue lights.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call.
Well, now momma, poppa told me: Son, you better watch your step.
If I knew my momma, poppa, have to watch my dad myself.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call.
I am going to the corner, gonna buy a diamond ring.
Would you pardon me if it's a nineteen carat golden thing.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call.
05 Penthouse Pauper (03:42)
Now, if I was a bricklayer,
I wouldn't build just anything;
And if I was a ball player,
I wouldn't play no second string.
And if I were some jew'lry, baby;
Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring.
If I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told.
If I were a jug of wine, Lord, my flavor would be old.
I could be most anything,
But it got to be twenty-four karat solid gold, oh.
If I were a gambler, You know I'd never lose,
And if I were a guitar player,
Lord, I'd have to play the blues.
If I was a hacksaw, My blade would be razor sharp.
If I were a politician, I could prove that monkeys talk.
You can find the tallest building,
Lord, I'd have me the house on top.
Oh, let's go!
All right, keep goin'!
I'm the Penthouse Pauper;
I got nothin' to my name.
I'm the Penthouse Pauper; baby,
I got nothing to my name.
I can be most anything,
'Cause when you got nothin' it's all the same.
Oh, let's move to this song!
Lord, look at my penthouse.
06 Proud Mary (03:10)
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 been.
Big wheel keep on turnin',
Proud Mary keep on burnin',
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis,
Pumped a lot of 'tane down in New Orleans,
But I never saw the good side of the city,
'Til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen.
Big wheel keep on turnin',
Proud Mary keep on burnin',
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
If you come down to the river,
Bet you gonna find some people who live.
You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money,
People on the river are happy to give.
Big wheel keep on turnin',
Proud Mary keep on burnin',
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
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