Green River - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Too many people, too much to love And i can't learn my lesson, can't focus on one So i run from the people who love me the most And when i come back, they are already ghosts Cause i give too little and wanted too much And i know it's not fair, but don't give me up Don't give me up Don't give me up Lie by the green river banks I need their love, paid in advance It's harder to stay, everytime But don't get me wrong I want this to stop Don't give me up Too much to say, too little time And my head can't afford to leave something behind And i run between faces too fast for 'em to sigh And then when i leave, well they don't really mind Cause i give too little and wanted too much And i know it's not fair, but don't give me up Don't give me up Don't give me up Lie by the green river banks I need their love, paid in advance It's harder to stay, everytime But don't get me wrong I want this to stop Don't give me up Lie by the green river banks I need their love, paid in advance It's harder to stay, everytime But don't get me wrong I want this to stop Don't give me up

Well, take me back down where cool water flow, yeh And let me remember things I love Stoppin' at the log where catfish bite Walkin' along the river road at night Barefoot girls dancin' in the moonlight I can hear the bull frog callin' me home Wonder if my rope's still hangin' to the tree oh Love to kick my feet way down the shallow water Shoe fly, dragon fly, get back to mother Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River Well, yeah Up at Cody's camp I spent my days, oh With flat car riders and cross-tie walkers Old Cody, Junior took me over Said, you're gonna find the world is smould rin And if you get lost come on home to Green River Well, yeah

Put on your old black dress And grab your dancing shoes Head out to the old bar Rose And we'll dance away our blues Spent all week waiting Now my mind's on you Hold my loving arms My loving arms are for you Yeah, yeah I'm so tired of the nine to five Weighing down on my soul Let's get out all of this uptown life And head out on the country road Forget about all the things that We can't make right Put on a little Emmyloo And we'll dance into the night Singing, hold my loving arms My loving arms are for you I said, hold my loving arms My loving arms are for you Come on All we need is time, honey No, no, all we need is time Honey, I don't Don't run from the love Sit on the front porch Kick off your shoes We don't need nowhere to go We don't need a tune In a world That gets lost in making plans Just be my woman Yeah, and I will be your man Yeah All we need is time, alright Yeah, yeah, all we need is time Hold my loving arms My loving arms are for you I said, hold my loving arms My loving arms are for you Singing, hold my loving arms My loving arms are for you I said, hold my loving arms My loving arms are for you Put on your old black dress And grab your dancing shoes Head out to the old bar Rose And we'll dance away our blues

Give me one thing you love, girl, that makes you hurt And I'll be there ten days before you call Give me one thing you know, girl, that makes you cry And I'll do everything in my power to make it subside You know I'll be there for you You know I'll try When I drift in from your love, babe You'll be my inward tide I, I ain't felt the same Since I saw your face beneath the wind on Washington lane Your voice, it echoes off the walls Travels down these halls, it's led me back to you You know I'll be there for you You know I'll try When I drift in from your love, babe You'll be my inward tide You know I'll be there for you You know I'll try When I drift in from your love, babe You'll be my inward tide Caught in the way that it was It's all the same, it's all the same I'm caught in the way that it was It's all the same, it's all the same Caught in the way that it was And it's all the same, it's all the same I'll sell the seven seas and get down on my knees I'll sing this symphony just to bring you back to me I'll sell the seven seas and get down on my knees I'll sing this symphony, oh You know I'll be there for you You know I'll try When I drift in from your love, babe You'll be my inward tide You know I'll be there for you You know I'll try When I drift in from your love, babe You'll be my inward tide, oh Caught in the way that it was It's all the same, it's all the same Caught in the way that it was It's all the same, it's all the same Caught in the way that it was It's all the same, it's all the same Caught in the way that it was It's all the same, it's all the same Caught in the way that it was And it's all the same, it's all the same Caught in the way that it was It's all the same, it's all the same

Meet me under that Red Fire Night Down by the willows and the Tennesse pines I'll bring the whiskey You bring the wine We'll make a few memories on a Red Fire Night Throw your bags in my old Bronco Three day weekend and its time to go Radio singing "Let the good times roll" Man, don't feel alright Twenty dollars on a check stop run Riding fast tryin' beat the sun To Hell with worries No, we ain't got none Man, don't feel alright Meet me under that Red Fire Night Down by the willows and the Tennesse pines I'll bring the whiskey You bring the wine We'll make a few memories on a Red Fire Night There's a magic when that west wind blows It's even better with a little George Jones Lost track of time, well, sometime ago Man, don't feel alright Out here where the stars shine bright Meet me under that Red Fire Night Down by the willows and the Tennesse pines I'll bring the whiskey You bring the wine We'll make a few memories on a Red Fire Night We'll hang our hat here tonight Raise a glass and we'll toast to good times Meet me under that Red Fire Night Down by the willows and the Tennesse pines I'll bring the whiskey You bring the wine We'll make a few memories on a Red Fire Night Meet me under the Red Fire Night Our hearts like stars they burn so bright I'll bring the rhythm You bring the rhyme We'll make a few memories on a Red Fire Night

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