Outside my window,
I can hear the radio.
And ya know that motor wagon is ready to fly.
Cause it's almost Saturday night!

I'll buy tomorrow,
Jody's goin' to the rodeo.
And ya know some good ol' boy's are ready to ride.
Cause it's almost Saturday night!

Chorus
Gonna push the clouds away,
Let the music have it's way,
Let it steal my heart away,
And ya know I'm goin'!

Outside their ringin',

I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin.
I see bad times today.

Chorus:
Dont go around tonight,
Well, its bound to take your life,
Theres a bad moon on the rise.

I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.

Chorus
All right!

Hope you got your things together.

Well beat the drum and hold the phone,
The sun came out today.
We're born again, there's new grass on the field.
Roundin' third, and headed for home,
It's a brown eyed handsome man,
anyone can understand the way I feel.

(Chorus)
Ooohh Put me in coach, Im ready to play...today
Put me in coach, I'm ready to play...today,
Look at me, I could be Centerfield.

Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio
Did you try to read the writing on the wall
Did that voice inside you say "I've heard it all before"
It's like deja vu all over again

Day by day I hear the voices rising
Started with a whisper like it did before
Day by day we count the dead and dying
Ship the bodies home while the networks all keep score

Early in the evenin' just about supper time
Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind.
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up.
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp.

Down On The Corner out in the street
Willy and the Poorboys are playin';
Bring a nickel; tap your feet.

Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile

Left a good job in the city,
Workin for the man evry night and day,
And I never lost one minute of sleepin,
Worryin bout the way things might have been.

Chorus:
Big wheel keep on turnin,
Proud mary keep on burnin,
Rollin, rollin, rollin on the river.

Cleaned a lot of plates in memphis,
Pumped a lot of pain down in new orleans,
But I never saw the good side of the city,

He take the thunder from the mountain
He take a lightning from the sky
He bring a 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 speakin' riddles
He got the eye as black as coal
He got a suitcase covered with rattlesnake hide