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The Doobie Brothers
The Doobie Brothers


Background information
Origin San Jose, California, U.S.
Genre(s) Rock
Years active 1970—1982
Label(s) Arista Records
Capitol Records
Associated acts Southern Pacific
Steely Dan
Website Website
Members
Michael Hossack
Tom Johnston
John McFee
Patrick Simmons
Guy Allison
Marc Russo
Skylark
Ed Toth



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The Doobie Brothers Album


Cycles (1989)
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I'm a man who lives in the city
I'm a man who lives in the street
From F.L.A. to Frisco Bay
And everywhere in between

Coast to coast there's a question
Everybody's always askin' me
People want to know everywhere I go
What can the answer be

Music is the doctor
Makes you feel like you want to
Listen to the doctor
Just like you ought to
Music is the doctor of my soul

Well it seems that when I travel
And I'm out there on the road
The freedom I need is the freedom I leave
In my good time rock and roll

There's a healing in those guitars
And a spirit in the song
No matter what condition your rhythm is in
The message goes on and on

Music is the doctor
Makes you feel like you want to
Listen to the doctor
Just like you ought to
Music is the doctor of my soul

If you ever wonder
How to shake your blues
Just follow this prescription
And get the cure for what's ailin' you

Music is the doctor
Makes you feel like you want to
Listen to the doctor
Just like you ought to
Music is the doctor of my soul

. . .


Just because in a moment of madness
I took advantage of your sweet love
Don't just hand me a lifetime of sadness
When there's so little I'm guilty of

One chain don't make no prison
Two wrongs don't make no right
One rain don't make no river
One punch don't make no fight

Can you spare me a little affection
Would that be askin' too much of you
Don't point love in another direction
I swear I'll make it up to you

One chain don't make no prison
Two wrongs don't make no right
One rain don't make no river
One punch don't make no fight

There's a bed I'm keepin' empty for you
There's a lot I know I've got to prove

Don't let a simple misunderstanding
Be a mountain that we can't move

. . .


Simmons/Okerman/Fedele/Midnight/Schwartz

Drove my car to the top of the hill
And I looked out across the town
I got the urge to move again
I guess I'll never settle down

We talked about things getting better
But they still looked the same to me
Could be a near sighted heart
Seein' what it wants to see

So take me to the highway
Take me far from here
These days I'm not seein' anything too clear

Nothin' seems to move fast enough
When time isn't on your side
Can't seem to keep the wheels in motion
No matter how hard you try

I need another point of view
Someplace I've never seen
Keepin' my eyes wide open
Goin' where I've never been

So take me to the highway
Take me far from here
These days I'm not seein' anything too clear

I've been lookin' for an answer
And I've got a long way to go
But when I reach that place
I know I'll find what I'm lookin' for

. . .


Tom Johnston

There's a town south of the border
South of El Paso they say
Where the nights are long and the winds are warm
And the women they love to play
In an old adobe tavern
Mescal flows like water
And Rita will dance on your table so fine
You are bound to place your order

I don't have to think about it
I don't have to wonder
Where I'm going to ride tonight
I'll be riding down the highway south of the border

As I ride into town and the dust settles down
And the mariachi music is playing
I buy me a room from a guy named Luis
It's just up the stairs and it's waiting
Downstairs Rita is dancing
Just the way her mother has taught her
So I settle down for the show and a beer
And wait for that mother's daughter

I don't have to think about it
I don't have to wonder
Where I'm going to ride tonight
I'll be riding

When the morning comes and I wake up
To the sounds of the people below
There's a note on my bed that is easily read
Buenos dias and a kiss when you go
As I ride out of town with my face to the sun
And the dust is trailing behind
Soon I'll go back to this sleepy old town
Back where I know I can find

I don't have to think about it
I don't have to wonder
Where I'm going to ride tonight
I'll be riding down the highway south of the border

. . .


LaKind/McFee/Knudsen

It keeps on getting better
How life keeps movin' on
Children growing older
Seems I just looked over
Found that time was here and gone
Oh yeah
Seems like time is here and gone

I know they're getting closer
The answers that have haunted me
Lookin' for some help
My best friend was myself
I never thought I'd live this long
Oh yeah
Seems like time is here and gone

What used to worry me
Well it don't worry me
Who knows the reason or the rhyme
The years that I got left
You know I'll make the most of mine

Here and gone
Here and gone
Seems like time is here and gone

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Hey mister, walkin' with the blues
Hey sister, payin' heavy dues
Havin' troubles, and it ain't so hard to find
When you're ridin' double, and you're runnin' out of time

No need to feel, that you lack the spirit
Within the body, but it's in the soul
If you wanna be loved, then let somebody hear it
Might as well face the facts, no need to be holdin' back
Need a little taste of love

Hey mister, tell me how long has it been
Hey sister, so how could you pretend
Why keep the sorrow, where it don't belong
Well come tomorrow, oh help me sing the song

No need to feel, that you lack the spirit
Within the body, but it's in the soul
If you wanna be loved, then let somebody hear it
Might as well face the facts, no need to be holdin' back
Need a little taste of love

. . .


Simmons/Okerman/Thompson

Well your love is supernatural
Got a hold on me like I'm hypnotized
You don't have to say a word
Every time you look at me
I can see it all in your eyes

Well I know you put a spell on me
How you make me think about you all the time
I can almost hear your voice
Even though you're far away
I can feel you right by my side

I can read your mind
What you want me to do
Darlin' deep in your heart
I see the truth

Now I know you got the magic touch
When you hold me now I can see the truth
All the secrets of the heart
You can't hide them any more
I can feel the power in you

I can read your mind
What you want me to do
Darlin' deep in your heart
I see the truth
I can read your mind
What you want me to be
To keep our love alive, you must be willing to believe
In a love that will last
And I know you realize
I can see it in your eyes
Now our love will never die
I can read your mind

. . .


B. Lakind/M. McDonald

They wait and watch the border
As the night falls
Full moon throwin' shadows
They might see

For the moment
There ain't no breakin' through
Sometimes waiting is all a man can do
Hear me now

Don't know what's in front of me
I know how the heart rules
Can't say what the odds will be
I might win, I might lose
Tonight I'm comin' through

Through the night sounds ringin'
One lonely heartbeat
She must be wonderin'
What to do

Well, I can't call out
Can't get no message through
And I can't wait here
To see one more night through
Oh baby

Don't know what's in front of me
I know how the heart rules
Can't say what the odds will be
I might win, I might lose
Tonight I'm comin' through
In the midnight hour
Oooh I'm comin' through

Don't know what's in front of me
I know how the heart rules
Can't say what the odds will be
I might win, I might lose
Tonight I'm comin' through
I know how the heart rules
Can't say what the odds will be
I might win, I might lose

Tonight I'm comin' through
I know how the heart rules
Can't say what the odds will be
I might win, I might lose

Tonight I'm comin' through
Oooh I'm comin' through
Oooh

. . .


Tom Johnston

Telephone down the hall
Dark and dusty on a dirty wall
Funky number scratched up above
Call this number if you need some love
Another number that's hard to read
Fools 'round here call it endlessly
But I know better, just leave it alone
Sugar man sellin' dreams on the phone

Oh oh oh oh oh oh wrong number
Don't cha do it, no don't cha do it
Oh oh oh oh oh oh wrong number
Don't cha do it, no don't cha do it
Oh oh that sugar it ain't worth the price

Another day out in the streets
The rollers drag another man to his feet
Take him to jail, to city hall
Sugar man puts a cross on his wall

Oh oh oh oh oh oh wrong number
Don't cha do it, no don't cha do it
Oh oh oh oh oh oh wrong number
Don't cha do it, no don't cha do it
Oh oh that sugar it ain't worth the price

They keep on callin' the man day and night
Mercedes pulls up, they all gather 'round
They flash their cash as the window rolls down
Then they run, run and hide
Back to their room for a warm sugar ride

. . .


LaKind/Zirngeibel/Herron

No one lives forever
So don't waste your time
Just ain't right to walk away
Roll the dice, lay it on the line

Many roads to travel
In your search you might find
That getting there will have no meaning
If you can't enjoy the ride

Too high a price
That everyone's paying
The world ain't so nice
Trying to survive
Spending your life
Takin' chances you're given
That's always enough to keep the dream alive

If you're lookin' for trouble
You can bet it's gaining from behind
When you give, you get back double
You can't lose let your heart decide

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