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Creedence Clearwater Revival |
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Mardi Gras |
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Tearin' Up The Country |
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Playin' a pavilion on the outskirts of town, |
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Playin' where my roller derby rolls. |
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Just a part time music man, a nobody at the plant, |
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I'm tearin' up the country with a song. |
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Mom and papa told me "son, you gotta go to school; |
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Only way to make the fam'ly proud." |
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I paid no attention, left my books at home, |
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Rather play my music real loud. |
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Tearin' up the country with a song. |
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Tearin' up the country with a song. |
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I paid no attention, left my books at home, |
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Rather play my music real loud. |
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Play it loud, now! woo! |
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Tearin' up the country with a song. |
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Tearin' up the country with a song. |
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I paid no attention, left my books at home, |
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Rather play my music real loud. |
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Ran into a dry spell, seemed nowhere to go. |
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Good luck turned the tide, i'm on my way. |
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I remember loadin' big trucks when the summer sun was hot, |
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You know i could still be there, but i'm not. |
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Tearin' up the country with a song. |
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Tearin' up the country with a song. |
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I remember loadin' big trucks when the summer sun was hot, |
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You know i could still be there, but i'm not. |
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Tearin' up the country with a song. |
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I'm tearin' up the country with a song. |
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I remember loadin' big trucks when the summer sun was hot, |
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You know i could still be there, but i'm not. |
