Keep on Chooglin' is total nonsense forty five years down the road. After two days of struggling with Born on the Bayou, one of Creedence's greatest songs, this is easier. On vinyl, it's hopeless. The sentiments don't last. It makes greater sense as the last song of Creedence's last song at Woodstock, where there was far too much white blues that doesn't particularly travel, and the audience was asleep, It has to be said though that John's harmonica playing makes it make some kind of sense. Time to turn the record over.
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