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Originally formed as The Golliwoggs in 1959,  Creedence Clearwater Revival consisted of singer, lead guitarist, and primary writer John Fogerty, rhythm guitarist Tom Fogerty, bass player Stu Cook, and drummer Doug Clifford. Their musical style encompassed rock and roll and so-called swamp rock genres. The band’s songs are often cited as examples of patriotic, liberal American protest songs, and of good-time roots rock.

In 1967, they were offered a chance to record a full-length album, but only if the band changed their name.  Not really liking The Golliwogs, the foursome readily agreed.

The band took the three elements from Creedence Nuball, a friend of Tom Fogerty; “clear water”, from a TV commercial for Olympia beer; and revival, which spoke to the four members’ renewed commitment to their band. (Other contenders were Muddy Rabbit, Gossamer Wump, and Creedence Nuball and the Ruby.)

Looking Out My Back Door

Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch.
Imagination sets in, pretty soon I’m singing,

Doo, doo, doo, Looking out my back door.

There’s a giant doing cartwheels,
A statue wearing high heels.
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
A dinosaur Victrola listening to Buck Owens.

Doo, doo, doo, Looking out my back door.

Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won’t you take a ride on the flying spoon?
Doo, doo doo.
Wond’rous apparition provided by magician.

Doo, doo, doo, Looking out my back door.

Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won’t you take a ride on the flying spoon?
Doo, doo doo.
Bother me tomorrow, today, I’ll buy no sorrows.

Doo, doo, doo, Looking out my back door.

Forward troubles Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
Bother me tomorrow, today, I’ll buy no sorrows.

Doo, doo, doo, Looking out my back door. 

Lodi

Just about a year ago, I set out on the road,
Seekin’ my fame and fortune, lookin’ for a pot of gold.
Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune.
Oh ! Lord, stuck in Lodi again.
Rode in on the Greyhound, I’ll be walkin’ out if I go.
I was just passin’ through, must be seven months or more.
Ran out of time and money, looks like they took my friends.
Oh ! Lord, I’m stuck in Lodi again.

The man from the magazine said I was on my way.
Somewhere I lost connections, ran out of songs to play.
I came into town, a one night stand, looks like my plans fell through
Oh ! Lord, stuck in Lodi again.

Mmmm…
If I only had a dollar, for ev’ry song I’ve sung.
And ev’ry time I’ve had to play while people sat there drunk.
You know, I’d catch the next train back to where I live.
Oh ! Lord, I’m stuck in Lodi again.
Oh ! Lord, I’m stuck in Lodi again.

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