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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


The Doobie Brothers (1971)
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Evil ways of practice may surround you
Callin' on your inner core of life
But your father was just a complex man of business
And your mother merely portioned out your fright
But run the risk of a sudden loss
You got no mama to bear your cross beside you
Uh huh, uh huh
As midnight angels shine their wings
And time begins just to build a wall around you

Nobody, nobody gonna take my love away from me
Nobody, nobody gonna take my love away from me

Setting out on a voyage down to Jenner
I've given all I've got to help the cause
Need a place just to settle out my pressures
A place where you and I can sit and pause
So I can see the sky at night
Without a fear of hidden light to blind me
Mmm, mmm
And so you see the path is clear
And changes will be swayed around me

Nobody, nobody gonna take my love away from me
Nobody, nobody gonna take my love away from me

Nobody, nobody gonna take my love away from me, yeah
Nobody, nobody gonna take my love away from me

. . .


Patrick Simmons / Tom Johnston

Down along the river
Where the big bulrushes grow
You find the old frog jumpin the water
He won't come up no more, babe
He won't come up no more, baby
He won't come up no more, woo
He won't come up no more, sugar mama
He won't come up no more

Smell that burnin' fire, baby
Burnin' in the sand
See that devil rise, mama
He sho' wanna take yo' hand, now
He sho' wanna take yo' hand, baby
He sho' wanna take yo' hand, woo
He sho' wanna take yo' hand, sugar mama
He sho' wanna take yo' hand,

Oh, harvest moon
Keep shinin' your light down on me
The Lord reach out his hand
My soul floats out to thee

I don't feel no pain
When they shot me down
Lay my body out, baby
They put me in the ground so cold
They put me in the ground, baby
They put me in the ground, woo
They put me in the ground, sugar mama
They put me in the ground

. . .


Tom Johnston

Smell the fragrance of the old pine tree
See the woman, she's down on her knees
She own some land, and a good crop she seeks
Down along the banks of Greenwood Creek

I can hear that southbound rollin'
Carryin' all my hopes away
I'm strapped to my mule at the old country school
When I'm gonna get out, I can't say

Played guitar for ten long years
My only pay was the hound dogs' cheers
Someday I'm gonna get me some land
Far away in that promised land

I can hear that southbound rollin'
Carryin' all my hopes away
I'm strapped to my mule at the old country school
When I'm gonna get out, I can't say

. . .


Tom Johnston

Early in the mornin' when the sun come up
You'll find me sittin' at the table, drinkin' from a wooden cup
The mortgage is a comin' tryin' to take my home away
I'm not gonna let it turn my head away

It won't be right
No matter what they say
Won't be right
Tryin' to take my home away
Won't be right
If they do this thing to me
I don't have to take it
And I really don't wanna see

Early in the evenin' long about supper time
There's nothin' left here for me but a bottle of wine
I'm gonna be evicted along about the hour of five
Well, it's enough to make me wonder why I'm alive

It won't be right
No matter what they say
Won't be right
Tryin' to take my home away
Won't be right
If they do this thing to me
I don't have to take it
And I really don't wanna see

. . .


Tom Johnston

The sun brings up another day
Near the little fishin' town
The nets are hung out in the wind
The sails are down
A seagull flies above my head
Spinning slowly towards the sea
He seems so free, and just like me
He rides the wind

I'm a travelin' man
Nothin' left behind me but the road
I'm a travelin' man
Won't you share the load

Lonesome shepherd in the field ahead
Moonlight flows across the grass
The rocky hills catch the light above
Their shadows cast
Lonely by the day
Drifting late at night
The wind is creepin' through my ragged coat
What a life

I'm a travelin' man
Nothin' left behind me but the road
I'm a travelin' man
Won't you share the load

. . .


Tom Johnston
Well, the sun is shinin'
A new day is here
All the people smilin'
And the sky is clear
Not an hour wasted will I share with you
Got to keep lovin', mama
No matter what I do

Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin' down farther
Feelin' farther down
Feelin' down farther, baby
Feelin' farther down
Feelin' down farther
Feelin' farther down
Feelin' down farther, baby
Feelin' farther down

Jesus, hear me
When I sing out loud
The echoes of my gladness
Fall upon the crowd
I don't care for sadness
And I don't need fear
I hope they finally realize
That the feelin' is near

Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin' down farther
Feelin' farther down
Feelin' down farther, baby
Feelin' farther down
Feelin' down farther
Feelin' farther down
Feelin' down farther, baby
Feelin farther down

Givin' and receivin'
Are all I know
Some of you will find it
And you'll prob'bly let it show
Only one thing that I know to be true
Every day is different, mama
And so are you

Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin' down farther
Feelin' farther down
Feelin' down farther, baby
Feelin' farther down
Feelin' down farther
Feelin' farther down
Feelin' down farther, baby
Feelin farther down

Feelin' down farther
Feelin' farther down
Feelin' down farther, baby
Feelin' farther down
Feelin' down farther
Feelin' farther down
Feelin' down farther, baby
Feelin' farther down

. . .


Tom Johnston

Just don't know why I keep on tryin'
Must be a better way out
I hope I find it soon
Every night, I just can't keep from cryin'
Even my old dog
Keeps howlin' at the moon

Even my old dog
Keeps howlin' at the moon
Even the sun, it just a keep on shinin'
Pollyanna days when I was a child and on my own
Even the tracks, they just a keep on linin'
I believe my master is just about to bring me home
I believe my master is just about to bring me home

Oh, but bless the days and the many different ways
People try to love one another
And won't you bless the times and the holy light that shine
Our cross has been brought asunder

Even the sun, it just a keep on shinin'
Pollyanna days when I was a child and on my own
Even the tracks, they just a keep on linin'
I believe my master is just about to bring me home
I believe my master is just about to bring me home
I believe my master is just about to bring me home

. . .


Tom Johnston

Well, music, sweet music
Lord, is gonna be played, mm-hmm
And the sound of Billy's banjo
Is like honey on your day
When they promenade down through the square
They'll hear you say
I'm comin' your way
And I'm only just a growin'
A little each day

The sun of the delta
Beams across your face, oh yeah
And good old Grand-dad's stories
Seem to set your pace
All the men you've known in this town
Don't seem to have it
And they bring you down
Well, remember you're just growin'
A little each day

So throw out your arms and take in the sky
Take down your hair and watch the birds fly
Don't be afraid to show how you feel
Don't sit and hide, don't you know that you're real
You can have it if you want it
Change yourself and play
'Cause you're only, only just growin'
A little each day

So woman, sweet woman
Why you feel that way
don't you know you're only growin'
Just a little each day
When the good Lord placed you on this earth
His good words to heed
It's all that you need
And you're only just growin'
A little each day

Oh, you're only just growin'
A little each day
Oh, sweet woman, you're only just growin'
A little each day

. . .


Randy newman
Since you're the delegate from kansasWill you kindly take the floorNow tell us, what is kansas thinkin'What is kansas forKansas is for the farmerWe stand behind the little manWe need a fire house in topekaSo help us if you can

I see the gentleman from utahOur friendly beehive stateHow can we help you, utahHow can we make you greatWe got to irrigate our desertsWe got to get some things to growWe got to tell this country about utah'cause nobody seems to know

. . .


Patrick Simmons

I just looked in the mirror, was that me
I'm older now than I used to be
The sky above me, Lord, it's turnin' red
There's a hard rain fallin' 'round my head
Oh, Lord, fallin' 'round my head
Oh, Lord, fallin' 'round my head
Oh, Lord, fallin' 'round my head
Oh, Lord, fallin' 'round my head

The road I'm standin' on, it twists and turns
The soles of my feet, Lord, they're 'bout to burn
The reaper beckons, and he points the way
Oh, Lord, I'm gettin' closer every day
Oh, Lord, closer every day
Oh, Lord, closer every day
Oh, Lord, closer every day
Oh, Lord, closer every day

. . .


Patrick Simmons

Gonna leave in the mornin'
My world is movin' fast
Gonna leave in the mornin'
My world is movin' fast
I'm gonna blot out all the bad times
And make those good times last
I'm gonna leave
Darlin', don't you want to go
I'm headed for bright lights, big city
Chicago
I'm headed for bright lights, big city
Chicago

. . .


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