Words and music by john fogerty
Take me back down where cool water flows, y’all.
Let me remember the things i’ve done: walk on the log where the catfish bite;
Walking along the river road at night; barefoot gir, dancin’ in the moonlight.
I can hear the bullfrog calling me. (ribbit)
Wond’rin’ if my rope’s still hangin’ to the tree.
Ole brody juniour took me over; said you’re gonna find a well that’s colder.
If i’m a bad boss, give some o’green river.
Well…
