(J. Fogerty)
|
Well, take me back down where cool water flows, yeah.
|
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 bullfrog callin' me.
|
Wonder if my rope's still hangin' to the tree.
|
Love to kick my feet 'way down the shallow water.
|
Shoefly, dragonfly, get back t'your mother.
|
Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River.
|
Welllllll!
|
|
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."
|
|
Welllllll!
|
Come on home.
|
|
-----------------
|
Green River
|
John Fogerty |