Seven-thirty-seven comin' out of the sky
Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride
I wanna move
Playin' in a travelin' band
Yeah!
Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand
Playin' in a travelin' band
Take me to the hotel, baggage gone -- oh, well
Come on, come on, won't you get me to my room
I wanna move
Playin' in a travelin' band
Yeah!
Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand
Playin' in a travelin' band
Listen to the radio talkin' 'bout the last show
Someone got excited, had to call the state militia
Wanna move
Playin' in a travelin' band
Yeah!
Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand
Playin' in a travelin' band
Here we come again on a Saturday night
With your fussin' and your fightin' won't you get me to the rhyme
I wanna move
Playin' in a travelin' band
Yeah!
Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand
Playin' in a travelin' band
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Notes: A friend of mine tells me the line that John Fogerty sort of tosses in there
toward the end is: Won't you give myself a hand?
It's not grammatical, but then neither are a lot of other great rock 'n' roll
songs. But to be honest, I can't tell what Fogerty is singing there, so I
can't vouch for the accuracy of my friend's interpretation of that line. I
will say, however, that on Fogerty's new live CD, "Premonition," it does sound
as though as he's singing, "Won't you give myself a hand." But considering
the earlier line, "Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand," it
makes sense. |
