(J.C. Fogerty)

Howdy, friend, beggin' your pardon,

Is there somethin' 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 leavin' 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.