LIVE IN CHICAGO 1986

1. Mr. Greed
2. Vanz Kant Danz
3. Knokin` On Your Door
4. Old Man Down The Road
5. Centerfield
6. Wasn`t That A Woman
7. Violence Is Golden
8. Band Intro
9. Eye Of The Zombie
10. Sail Away
11. Sooth Me
12. Mary Don`t You weep
13. Goin` Back Home
14. Big Train (From Memphis)
15. Soda Pop

1. Change In The Weather
2. Rock And Roll Girls
3. Knock On Wood
4. Rockin All Over The World
5. Mr. Greed
6. I Found A Love
7. Roll Over Bethoven
8. Interview





MR. GREED
(J.C. Fogerty)

Mr. Greed, why you got to own everything that you see?
Mr. Greed, why you put a chain on everybody livin' free?
You're hungerin' for his house, you're hungerin' for his wife,
And your appetite will never be denied.
You're a devil of consumption; I hope you choke, Mr. Greed.

CHORUS:

How do you get away with robbin'? Did your mother teach you how?
I hear you got away with murder, did you do your mama proud?

Mr. Greed, why you got to take more than you can ever use?
Bring 'em to their knees; isn't it enough just to win while they lose?
You bring no honor to the game, you feast upon the blood and pain,
But the bones you hoard can only bring you shame.
There's corruption in your path, be that your epitaph, Mr. Greed.
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VANZ KANT DANZ
(J.C. Fogerty)

CHORUS:

Vanz can't dance, but he'll steal your money,
Watch him or he'll rob you blind. (X 4)

CHORUS

Out in the street a crowd is gatherin',
Pushed down by the heat of the building, they're wantin' to dance.
Makin' their way up the street, a boy with a pig and a radio;
Little Billy can work on the crowd, put 'em into a trance,
For the little pig Vanz.

CHORUS

You're watchin' 'em dance, not a care in the world;
So Billy and Vanz get busy, they're makin' their move;
The little pig knows what to do, he's silent and quick, just like Oliver Twist;
Before it's over, your pocket is clean,
A four-legged thief paid a visit on you.

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KNOCKIN' ON YOUR DOOR
(J.C. Fogerty)

Oh babe I wonder, just how we ever,
Got so far apart;
And it seems like just the other day we were happy,
Holdin' hands in the dark.
Here I'm standin' out in the rain,
With a heart full of pain.

CHORUS: Baby here I am, knockin' on your door.
Baby here I am, knockin' on your door.

Ooh! Oh girl I'm beggin', hear what I'm sayin',
Don't send me away.
Just what I'm feelin', I got to tell ya,
Don't say it's too late.
I'm walking up and down the street,
Just tryin' to get my nerve up.

CHORUS

Ooh, Lord!
Ooh baby, babe, I want ya, want you,
Gotta keep you for all time.
And I think I'm goin' crazy over you,
'Cause I got to have you, got to have you,

CHORUS

Pow! Just think it over, whoa babe, I know you
Will see what I mean.
Try to remember, when we're together,
How good life can be.
I'm walkin' up and down the street,
Just tryin' to get my nerve up.

CHORUS

Here I am, here I am knockin' on your door.
Here I am, here I am knockin' on your door.
Justa justa knockin', justa justa knockin' on your door.
Justa justa justa knockin', babe.
Justa justa justa justa justa knockin', babe.

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THE OLD MAN DOWN THE ROAD
(J.C. Fogerty)

He take the thunder from the mountain, he take the lightning from the sky,
He bring the strong man to his begging knee, he make the young girl's mama cry.

You got to hidey-hide, you got to jump and run;
You got to hidey-hidey-hide, the Old Man is down the road.

He got the voices speak in riddles, he got the eye as black as coal,
He got a suitcase covered with rattlesnake hide, and he stands right in the road.

You got to hidey-hide, you got to jump up run away;
You got to hidey-hidey-hide, the Old Man is down the road.

Aaah!

He make the river call your lover, he make the barking of the hound,
Put a shadow 'cross the window, when the Old Man comes around.

You got to hidey-hide, you got to jump and run again;
You got to hidey-hidey-hide, the Old Man is down the road.
The Old Man is down the road.

Aaah!
You got ta, you got ta, you got ta, hidey-hidey-hide!

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CENTERFIELD
(J.C. Fogerty)

Well, beat the drum and hold the phone - the sun came out today!
We're born again, there's new grass on the field.
A-roundin' third, and headed for home, it's a brown-eyed handsome man;
Anyone can understand the way I feel.

CHORUS:

Oh, put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today;
Put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today;
Look at me, I can be Centerfield.

Well, I spent some time in the Mudville Nine, watchin' it from the bench;
You know I took some lumps when the Mighty Casey struck out.
So Say Hey Willie, tell Ty Cobb and Joe DiMaggio;
Don't say "it ain't so", you know the time is now.

CHORUS

Yeah! I got it, I got it!

Got a beat-up glove, a homemade bat, and brand-new pair of shoes;
You know I think it's time to give this game a ride.
Just to hit the ball and touch 'em all - a moment in the sun;
(pop) It's gone and you can tell that one goodbye!

CHORUS

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Yeah!

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WASN'T THAT A WOMAN
(J.C. Fogerty)

Ooh!
Wasn't that a woman! (X4)
Oh, yeah!

(Wasn't that a woman) Took me by surprise,
(Wasn't that a woman) Uh-huh, right between the eyes.
(Wasn't that a woman) Well, I hope to believe,
(Wasn't that a woman) Made a schoolboy outta me.

CHORUS:

Oh yeah, I got it badly, ain't too much to figure out;
Bam boom, and she had me. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.

(Wasn't that a woman) Watch me, watch me, watch me runnin' down the line,
(Wasn't that a woman) Ain't she fine, ain't she fine;
(Wasn't that a woman) Well I'm chasin' after that,
(Wasn't that a woman) Uh-huh, pure Cadillac.

How! Oh, yeah!

CHORUS

(Wasn't that a woman) Whoa smile on my face,
(Wasn't that a woman) Turn every head in the place;
(Wasn't that a woman) Oww, such sweet agony,
(Wasn't that a woman) Whoa 'cause she's leavin' here with me!

Wasn't that a woman!...
(various shouting and talking)

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VIOLENCE IS GOLDEN
(J.C. Fogerty)

CHORUS:

Violence, (oh no!) is golden. Aa-aa-aa-aa-ah!
Violence, (oh no!) is golden. Aa-aa-aa-aa-ah!

Pass another plate of shrapnel, sprinkle it with TNT;
Gotta have another grenade salad, split it with your enemy.
Gotta sell another Uzi, maybe couple 44 Mags,
Got a wife and a kid to support, and a payment on the Jag.
Won't you try this personal bazooka, make you feel like a man,
Show the little girls what's what by the size of the thunder in your hands.
Take a pocketful of Teflon bullets, maybe 'nother Tommy gun,
Gotta keep stuff movin' out the door, got a business to run.
Take it from me, son - you can have a lot of fun!

CHORUS

CHORUS

Pass another fleet of B-1 bombers, grab an M-16,
Buildin' Chevies was never the fun of buildin' up the war machine.
Got a rocket in my pocket and it's ready, do you think we can deal?
i Got a year-end sale goin' on, you can see the appeal;
'Cause I'm sellin' both sides of the fence, that be the name of the game,
I don't care about your silly little struggle, money's colored all the same.
Take a handful of Star Wars missiles, maybe super laser gun,
Gotta keep stuff movin' out the door, got a business to run.
Take it from me, son - we can have a lot of fun!

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EYE OF THE ZOMBIE
(J.C. Fogerty)

Hoo! Oooooh!

Shadows on the mountain, and the night begins to fall;
Gather up the children, 'fore the darkness takes us all.
Tribe has come together, standin' naked against the night;
Twenty feet from the fire, the evil waits with zombie eyes.

CHORUS:

Eye-eye-eye eye of the Zombie!
Eye-eye-eye eye of the Zombie!

Oh! Sneakin' through the long grass on leopard feet silently,
A beast already dead comes to join the dance on the zombie.
Ooh! Time has come again - again the moment of truth;
The terror is at hand, and there's nothin' you can do.

CHORUS

Oh! Hoo! Aaa-aah! Hoo! Aaa-aaa-aaaah!

From out of nowhere he's there, flashing hideous teeth,
Panic in the crowd, helter-skelter, we're brought to our knees.
Back to the darkness, back on the mountain he stands,
You can't fight a shadow, you can't kill a dead man.

CHORUS (X4)

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SAIL AWAY
(J.C. Fogerty)

Mama, come look quick - there's a light up in the sky;
I see the silent ship, and it's calling you and I;
And if you listen close, the reasons all come clear;
I'm ready now to go, there's nothing left to fear.
Oh there's nothing left to fear.

Leavin' all of this pain behind, gonna sail away;
Lettin' all of these chains unwind, gonna steal away.

Mama, come look quick - do I see an open door?
The passageway is lit, an' it's time to get on board.
What wonders we will see, what beauty to my eyes;
So come along with me, across the rainbow sky,
Across the rainbow sky.

Leavin' all of this pain behind, gonna sail away;
Lettin' all of these chains unwind, gonna fly away;
Makin' over this troubled mind, gonna wash away;
Leavin' all of this doubt behind, gonna sail away.

Mama, come look quick - there's a light up in the sky;
I see the silent ship, and it's calling you and I.

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SOOTH ME
SORRY! NO LYRICS YET...COMING SOON I HOPE

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MARY DON`T YOU WEEP
SORRY! NO LYRICS YET...COMING SOON I HOPE

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GOIN' BACK HOME
(J.C. Fogerty)

(instrumental)

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BIG TRAIN (FROM MEMPHIS)
(J.C. Fogerty)

When I was young, I spent my summer days playin' on the track.
The sound of the wheels rollin' on the steel took me out, took me back.

CHORUS:

Big Train from Memphis, Big Train from Memphis,
Now it's gone gone gone, gone gone gone.

Like no one before, he let out a roar, and I just had to tag along.
Each night I went to bed with the sound in my head, and the dream was a song.

CHORUS

Well I've rode 'em in and back out again - you know what they say about trains;
But I'm tellin' you when that Memphis train came through,
This ol' world was not the same.

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SODA POP
(J.C. Fogerty)

CHORUS:

Soda Pop, Soda Pop, everybody want to make it to the top. (X4)

CHORUS

Take a million dollars, baby, put it in my hand;
Put my favorite retouched photo on the soda can.
Put my face on television, say my name a lot; (lot lot lot)
Show your cola in every household, give it all you got;
Better strike while the iron's hot

. CHORUS

There's a generation out there, waitin' to be tapped;
If we play our cards right, baby, we'll be sittin' fat.
Play a little rock 'n roll music, tease 'em with a tune;
Show a couplea old time pictures from the baby boom,
An' suck 'em in while I croon.

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Gimme that, gimme that, money, money, money....

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CHANGE IN THE WEATHER
(J.C. Fogerty)

Aaah!

CHORUS:

Change in the weather, change in the weather,
Somethin's happenin' here.
Change in the weather, change in the weather,
People walkin' round in fear.

Uh huh, you better duck and run,
Get under cover 'cause the change has come.
Storm warning, and it looks like rain,
Be nothin' left after the hurricance.
This here's a jungle, ain't no lie,
Look at the people, terror in their eyes.
Bad business comin', can't be denied,
They're running with the dogs, afraid to die.

CHORUS

Uh huh, you best believe it's true,
The levee's busted, badness comin' through.
Oh no, there ain't no place to hide,
Reach out and pluck you, take you for a ride.
Sea of frustration, take everything in sight,
Won't be no blessing if we make it through the night.
Down on your knees, go ahead and pray,
But every demon has to have his day.

CHORUS

Well! Oh, God!

High noon, I can't believe my eyes,

Wind is ragin', there's a fire in the sky.
Ground shakin', everything comin' loose,
Run like a coward but it ain't no use.
Edge of the river, it's an ugly scene,
People gettin' pushed, people gettin' mean.
The change is comin' and it's gettin' late,
Ain't no survivin', and there ain't no escape.

CHORUS

Oh!

CHORUS

Well! Oh, no!

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ROCK AND ROLL GIRLS
(J.C. Fogerty)

Sometimes I think life is just a rodeo,
The trick is to ride and make it to the bell.
But there is a place, sweet as you will ever know,
In music and love, and things you never tell.
You see it in their face, secrets on the telephone,
A time out of time, for you and no one else.

CHORUS:

Hey let's go all over the world,
Rock and Roll Girls, Rock and Roll Girls.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

If I had my way, I'd shuffle off to Buffalo;
Sit by the lake, and watch the world go by.
Ladies in the sun, listenin' to the radio,
Like flowers on the sand, a rainbow in my mind.

CHORUS

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CHORUS

Yeah, yeah yeah!

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KNOCK ON WOOD
SORRY! NO LYRICS YET...COMING SOON I HOPE

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ROCKIN' ALL OVER THE WORLD
(J.C. Fogerty)

Oooh! Ah!
Well, a-here-ee-yup, a-here-ee-yup, a-here we go,
Four in the mornin', justa hittin' the road,
Here we go-oh! Rockin' all over the world! Yeah.

Well, a-geedeeup, a-geedeeup, a-get away,
We're goin' crazy, and we're goin' today, here we go-oh!
Rockin' all over the world!

CHORUS:

Well I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it,
I la-la-like it, la-la-la, here we go-oh! Rockin' all over the world!

Yeah! Yeah!
Well, I'm gonna tell your Mama what your Daddy do,
He come out of the night with your dancin' shoes,
Here we go-oh! Rockin' all over the world! Yeah.

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I FOUND A LOVE
SORRY! NO LYRICS YET...COMING SOON I HOPE

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ROLL OVER BEETHOVEN
(Chuck Berry)

Well gonna write a little letter
Gonna mail it to my local D.J.
It's a rockin' little record
I want my jockey to playt
Roll over Beethoven
I gotta hear it again today> You know my temperature's risin'
And the jukebox's blows a fuse
My hearts beatin' rhythm
And my soul keeps singing the blues
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news

I got a rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I think I got it off the writer
Sittin' down by the rhythm review
Roll over Beethoven
We're rockin' in two by two

Well if you fell you like it
Well get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up
Just jump around and reel and rock it
Roll it over
Roll over Beethoven
A rockin' in two by two , oh

Well early in the mornin'
I'm a givin' you the warnin'
Don't you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey little little
Gonna play my fiddle
Ain't got nothing to lose
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news

You know she winks like a glow worm
Dance like a spinnin' top
She got a crazy partner
Oughta see 'em reel an rock
Long as she's got a dime
The music will never stop
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
And dig these rhythm and blues

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