About the song
Creedence Clearwater Revival’s “Lookin’ Out My Back Door,” a vibrant, psychedelic rock anthem, is a testament to the band’s ability to craft catchy melodies while delving into introspective themes. Released in 1970 as part of their acclaimed album Cosmo’s Factory, the song quickly ascended the charts, becoming their fifth and final number-two Billboard hit.
Despite its upbeat tempo and infectious groove, the song’s lyrics offer a glimpse into a world of surreal imagery and personal turmoil. The narrator, seemingly overwhelmed by the chaos of life, retreats into his own mind, where he encounters fantastical creatures and surreal scenarios. The “flying spoon” and “crazy animals” that populate his imagination have often been interpreted as references to drug-induced hallucinations. However, John Fogerty, the song’s songwriter and vocalist, has clarified that the lyrics were actually inspired by his young son, Josh.
Beyond its psychedelic undertones, “Lookin’ Out My Back Door” also showcases the band’s raw energy and blues-infused rock sound. The driving rhythm, combined with Fogerty’s powerful vocals, creates a captivating and memorable listening experience. The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its timeless appeal and the band’s enduring legacy.
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Lyrics
Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy
Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch
Imagination sets in, pretty soon I’m singin’
Doot, doot, doo, lookin’ out my back door
There’s a giant doin’ cartwheels, a statue wearin’ high heels
Look at all the happy creatures dancin’ on the lawn
Dinosaur Victrola, listenin’ to Buck Owens
Doot, doot, doo, lookin’ out my back door
Tambourines and elephants are playin’ in the band
Won’t you take a ride on the flyin’ spoon? Doot, doo doo
Wondrous apparition, provided by magician
Doot, doot, doo, lookin’ out my back door
Tambourines and elephants are playin’ in the band
Won’t you take a ride on the flyin’ spoon? Doot, doo doo
Bother me tomorrow, today, I’ll buy no sorrows
Doot, doot, doo, lookin’ out my back door
Forward troubles Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy
Look at all the happy creatures dancin’ on the lawn
Bother me tomorrow, today, I’ll buy no sorrows
Doot, doot, doo, lookin’ out my back door