Text: Creedence Clearwater Revival. Chronicle 2. (Wish I Could) Hideaway.

Howdy, friend, begging your pardon,
Is there something on your mind?
You've gone and sold all your belongings,
Is that something in your eye?
Well, I know you really never
Liked the way it all goes down;
Go on, Hideaway.
What's that you say?

We're all bound for the graveyard;
Oooh, I wish you well.
Think it's gonna rain,
Oh, what's the diff'rence,
Is there some way I can help?

'Cause you know, I'm gonna miss you
When you're gone, oh, Lord,
Wish I Could Hideaway
Hold on, give yourself a chance,
I can hear the leaving train.
All aboard! Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!

Oooh, I wish you well.
See you soon, maybe tomorrow.
You can never tell;

"Cause you know, I'm gonna miss you
When you're gone, oh,
Wish I could Hideaway
Hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, hideaway.
Hideaway, hideaway,
Hideaway, hideaway.