Fogerty Cover Guitarra Y Voz

You take a thunder from the mountain. You take a lightning from the sky.

You bring a strong man to his beck and knee. You make the youngest mama cry.

You got to hidey-hide.

You got to jump and run.

You got to hide the old man

down the road.

He got the voices speakin' riddle. He got the iron black coat.

He got a suit shape covered with brown snake hide. And he stands right in the road.

You got to hide it. You got to jump up, run away.

You got to hide it, hide it, hide it.

The old man

down the road.

You make a river call your lover, you make a parking of the house, put a shadow across

the window, when the old man comes around, you got to hidey hide, you got to jump and

wrong again. You've got to hide it, hide it, hide it. The old man is down to rub. The old man is down to rub.