Down On the Corner

Lyrics
[Intro] One, two, three, four [Verse 1] Early in the evenin', just 'bout 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 [Chorus] Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poor Boys are playin' Bring a nickel, tap your feet [Verse 2] Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile Blinky thumps the gut bass and he solos for a while Poor boy twangs the rhythm out on his Kalamazoo Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo [Chorus] Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poor Boys are playin' Bring a nickel, tap your feet Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poor Boys are playin' Bring a nickel, tap your feet [Verse 3] You don't need a penny just to hang around But if you got a nickel, won't you lay your money down? Over on the corner, there's a happy noise People come from all around just to watch the magic boy [Chorus] Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poorboys are playin' Bring a nickel, tap your feet Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poorboys are playin' Bring a nickel, tap your feet Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poorboys are playin' Bring a nickel, tap your feet Down on the corner, out in the street (Down on it, down on it) Willy and the Poor Boys are playin' Bring a nickel, tap your feet Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poor Boys are playin' Bring a nickel, tap your feet Down on the corner, out in the street (Down on the, down on the, no-no-no-no) Willy and the Poor Boys are playin' Bring a nickel, tap your feet Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poor Boys are playin' Bring a nickel, tap your feet Down on the corner, out in the street Willy and the Poor Boys are playin' Bring a nickel, tap your feet Down on the corner, out in the street [Outro: Boomhauer] Man, you don't go cut into, one of them— what you talkin' 'bout in them old songs, man, you gotta Poorboys down on the corner, man, more Mavericks, man, you gon' Man, gotta understand what you're talkin' 'bout
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Credits
- Writers
- John Fogerty