Down On the Corner - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Early in the evening just about supper time Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poorboys are playing Bring a nickel Tap your feet Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile Blinky, thumps the gut bass and solos for a while Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poorboys are playing Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Down on the corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poorboys are playing Bring a nickel; tap your feet. You don't need a penny just to hang around But if you've got a nickel, won't you lay your money down? Over on the corner there's a happy noise People come from all around to watch the magic boy Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poorboys are playing Bring a nickel Tap your feet Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poorboys are playing Bring a nickel Tap your feet Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poorboys are playing Bring a nickel Tap your feet Tap your feet Willy and the Poorboys are playing Bring a nickel Tap your feet

Early in the evenin' just about supper time Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind. Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up. Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp. Down On The Corner out in the street Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for a while. Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo. Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo. Down On The Corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Down On The Corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet. You don't need a penny just to hang around, But if you've got a nickel, won't you lay your money down? Over on the corner there's a happy noise. People come from all around to watch the magic boy. Down On The Corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Down On The Corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Down On The Corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poorboys are playin'; Bring a nickel; tap your feet.

Standing on a corner watching all the girls go by Standing on a corner watching all the girls go by Brother you don't know a nicer occupation Matter of fact, neither do I Than standing on a corner watching all the girls Watching all the girls, watching all the girls go by I'm the cat that got the cream Haven't got a girl but I can dream Haven't got a girl but I can wish So I'll take me down to Main street And that's where I select my imaginary dear Standing on a corner watching all the girls go by Standing on a corner giving all the girls the eye Brother, if you've got a rich imagination Give it a whirl, give it a try Try standing on a corner watching all the girls Watching all the girls, watching all the girls go by... Brother, you can't go to jail for what you're thinking Or for that wooed look in your eye Standing on the corner watching all the girls Watching all the girls, watching all the girls go by...

My days have grown so lonely For you I cried, for you dear only Why haven't you seen it I'm all for you, body and soul I spend my days in longing I wonder why it's me you're wronging I gladly surrender Myself to you, body and soul One more chance My life a wreck you're making You know I'm yours Yours for the taking Why haven't you seen me I'm all for you, body and soul My body and soul (Brother) (Brother)

When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home Oh, when them cotton ball' get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home Oh, when them cotton ball' get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home In them old cotton fields back home