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Album: Chronicle
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Released: 1969
Length: 2:38
Plays (last 30 days): 0
Traffic in the city turns my head around.
No, no, no, no, no.
Backed up on the freeway, backed up in the church,
Ev'rywhere you look there's a frown, frown.

Com, commotion,
Git, git, git, gone.
Com, commotion,
Git, git, git, gone.

People keep atalkin', they don't say a word.
Jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw.
Talk up in the White House, talk up to your door,
So much goin' on I just can't hear.

Com, commotion,
Git, git, git, gone.
Com, commotion,
Git, git, git, gone.

Hurryin' to get there so you save some time.
Run, run, run, run, run.
Rushin' to the treadmill, rushin' to get home,
Worry 'bout the time you save, save.

Com, commotion,
Git, git, git, gone.
Com, commotion,
Git, git, git, gone.
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Always a thrill! Truly a very special vibe they had going. That snarling guitar just fits so perfectly on this one...
So, CCR already used Git in 1969... :)