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,

Blinky, thumps the gut bass and solos for a while.

Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo.

Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo.



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.



You don't need a penny just to hang around,

But if you've got a nickel, won't you lay your money down?

Over on the corner there's a happy noise.

People come from all around to watch the magic boy.



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.

Writer : JOHN C. FOGERTY
Copyright : Lyrics © "CONCORD MUSIC GROUP, INC"