Creedence Clearwater Revival - Bootleg

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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.
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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

Inne utwory

  • Keep on chooglin
  • Cotton fields
  • What are you gonna do
  • Poorboy shuffle
  • Sweet hitch-hiker
  • Gloomy
  • The midnight special
  • Wrote a song for everyone
  • Porterville
  • Commotion
  • The night time
  • Bad moon rising
  • Lodi
  • Effigy
  • Get down woman
  • Molina
  • Losowe utwory

    Pijmy

    Pijmy pijmy kochani
    Wódka dobra na głód i na ból
    Świat umiera za oknami
    A my gramy ostatnią z ról
    Świat umiera za oknami
    Gdzieś spokojny śni sen jego kat
    Pijmy, pijmy kochani
    Za te chwile za życie za świat

    Tańczmy tańczmy kochani
    Póki jeszcze coś w sercach nam...

    So fine

    Oooh baby...oooooh...oh yea yea yea
    You were there all the time
    A perfect picture pain-ted in ma mind
    Could you be soooo kind
    As to let me up in your life

    I wanna show you the way it s meant to be
    I...

    Cyrk

    Hej, drodzy Państwo, już za chwilę
    Jednych to śmieszy, innych wzrusza
    Róże, anioły i motyle
    Magik wyciągnie z kapelusza
    Oto nadchodzi, orkiestra tuż
    Zachwyt widowni - jak nosi frak
    Ktoś rzuca różę z bocznych lóż
    A mistrz się kłania, daje znak
    I nagle w dłoni mu zakwita
    Burzą fioletu i...

    Molina

    CHORUS:
    Moli-i-i-i-na, where you goin to ?
    Moli-i-i-i-na, where you goin to ?
    She s daughter to the mayor
    Messin with the sheriff
    Drivin in a blue car
    She don t see no red light
    CHORUS
    She s...

    Always be your man

    Well, September comes around like an old familiar friend
    So I take off to Central Park to watch those falling leaves again
    And in the arbors of Strawberry Fields, in a night as bright as day
    I look up at the sky and wish I could fly away

    And I say I know this...