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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


What Were Once Vices Are Now Habits (1974)
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Flying Cloud
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Tom Johnston

Sometimes I can't see past a day
I know I'm growin' tired and I feel it, yeah
And the song that I sing when the notes begin to ring
It's hard for my head to get into the melody, yeah

Day to day, I tell you
Day by day
I see faces all around me
When they start to smile
I just stop for a while
And I say baby let me love you

A small town store with an old wooden floor
The old man inside sellin' dry goods
Has a smile on his face
Don't you know that's hard to replace
I bet he's gonna live to be a hundred, yeah

Day to day, I tell you
Day by day
I see faces all around me
When they start to smile
I just stop for a while
And I say baby let me love you

Summer is hot and the winter is cold
People all doin' just what they're told
It's too bad, it's too sad
Thinkin' for yourself is a hard thing to do
Well, don't you know they're depending on you
To see them through, yeah
To see them through
It's the only thing you can do
You know you got to see them through

Shinin' my light like a candle so bright
Show me the way to my future, yeah
With your hand on my face
Take me far from this place
Honey, I'll be the key to your heavenly door
Hear me, baby, calling to you now
Don't you know now baby, well, they're countin' on you

See me, baby, reachin' for you
For you, reachin' out for you, baby
Don't you see me reachin' out for you
Hear me, baby, hear me callin' to you
Don't you know, baby, that I'm countin' on you
To see me through

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Tom Johnston

Freedom don't come easy, babe
When your spirit's flyin' up among the clouds
And when you're faced with the wise man's road
You gotta know where to go
Sun and the stars are a travelin' man's companion
Leadin' the way for his journey
East and west, wherever you go, mm

Leadin' the way
The first to come
Showin' the way for his children
Now it's up to you
Do you know you're pullin' through
Man, it's not easy and you know it
Children in a happy place
They're always smiling
Showin' all their love with no deception
Treatin' each other like brothers and sisters do, yeah, yeah
Children in a real good place, they're always tryin'
Jumpin' and playin' in the middle of the afternoon
Just havin' a ball, don't worry at all, yeah

Leadin' the way
The first to come
Showin' the way for his children
Now it's up to you
Do you know you're pullin' through
Man, it's not easy and you know it
Children in a happy place
They're always smiling
Showin' all their love with no deception
Treatin' each other like brothers and sisters do, yeah, yeah
Children in a real good place, they're always tryin'
Jumpin' and playin' in the middle of the afternoon
Just havin' a ball, don't worry at all, yeah

. . .


Tom johnston
On a cross-town bus in the cityI spied a lady all dressed in blackHigh heeled shoes and her dress cut looseHer front was saggin' out on the rackI believe, I believeThat the lady's gonna bring me luckI believe, I believeThat the lady's gonna bring me luck

Driver, won't you stop this crazy machineAnd let my feet out and touch the groundGot to lay me a line on the ladyBefore she walks down the street too farI believe, I believeThat the lady's gonna bring me luckI believe, I believeThat the lady's gonna bring me luck

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Well, I built me a raft
And she's ready for floatin'
Ol' Mississippi, she's callin' my name
Catfish are jumpin'
That paddle wheel thumpin'
Black water keeps rollin' on past just the same

Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Yeah, keep on shinin' your light
Gonna make everything, pretty mama
Gonna make everything all right
And I ain't got no worries
'Cause I ain't in no hurry at all

Well, if it rains, I don't care
Don't make no difference to me
Just take that street car that's goin' up town
Yeah, I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland
And dance a honky tonk
And I'll be buyin' everybody drinks all 'round

Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Old black water, keep on rollin'
Mississippi moon, won't you keep on shinin' on me
Yeah, keep on shinin' your light
Gonna make everything, everything
Gonna make everything all right
And I ain't got no worries
'Cause I ain't in no hurry at all

I'd like to hear
Some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama, come and
Take me by the hand

By the hand (hand) take me
By the hand, pretty mama
Come and dance with
Your daddy all night long

I'd like to hear
Some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama, come and
Take me by the hand
(I want to honky tonk, honky tonk)
(with you all night long)

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Tom Johnston

Eyes of silver hungry and aware
Eyes of silver, your mystic love I share
'Cause I'm hungry baby
For the love you give away
Kick out all that stupid pride
That's standin' in my way
Inside my loving eyes are open wide
Eyes of silver, on which I shall rely
Diamonds are forever, and gold can make you lie
But your eyes of silver shine on, shine on

Blades of steel have helped a man to conquer all
Rubies by the hundreds fill the Taj Mahal
Eyes of silver, you tell me what I need
To bring this cold and lonely man
Down to his bended knees
Inside my lovin' arms are open wide
For you eyes of silver
On which I shall rely
Diamonds and gold make you lie, lie, lie
But your eyes of silver, they shine on, shine on
Eyes of silver, baby, shine on, shine on
Baby, shining, yeah yeah, yeah, baby shining

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Tom Johnston / John Hartman
Tiran Porter / Michael Hossack

I was ridin' down that highway
Silver Harley by my side
When I thought I saw my lady
She was headed for the Berkely hill
Pistol on her hip in case she needed a thrill
I don't believe it, don't believe a word
I don't believe it, don't believe a word

I said, come on with me, baby
Don't you want to ride with me
She put her hand into her bag, now
Pulled out a half pint of red eye sauce
Sneakin' 'round the corner, drinkin' whiskey from a jar
I don't believe it, don't believe a word
I don't believe it, don't believe a word

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Patrick Simmons

Who's gonna make you feel just right
When that music's playin'
You gotta kick out the doors and turn out the light
When that music's playin'
When the thing cuts loose it's out-a hand
You know you just can't stop it
Can't sit in your chair, you got to stand
You know you just can't stop it

We can make it, we can shake it in a little while
We can make it
Down to the corner where the night's goin' hog wild
We can make it, we can shake it in a little while
We can make it
Down to the corner where the night's goin' hog wild

Whole damn place keeps blowin' higher, yeah
Guitar man sets the strings on fire
Hey, now it's 'bout time to set things straight
You know you just can't stop it
So now it's time to advocate
You know you just can't stop it

We can make it, we can shake it in a little while
We can make it
Down to the corner where the night's goin' hog wild
We can make it, we can shake it in a little while
We can make it
Down to the corner where the night's goin' hog wild

Who's gonna make you feel just right
When that music's playin'
You gotta kick out the doors and turn out the light
When that music's playin'
When the thing cuts loose it's out-a hand
You know you just can't stop it
Can't sit in your chair, you got to stand
You know you just can't stop it

We can make it, we can shake it in a little while
We can make it
Down to the corner where the night's goin' hog wild
We can make it, we can shake it in a little while
We can make it
Down to the corner where the night's goin' hog wild

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Patrick Simmons

Easy, time won't keep you waitin' any longer
Than you waited in the past
Cool and breezy, winds are blowin' sweetly
On the edges of the garden at last

Tell me what you want and I'll give you what you need
Tell me what you want and I'll give you what you need
Tell me what you want and I'll give you what you need
Look into my eyes and you'll see me standin' there

Feelin' happiness inside you now
You always knew it was a state of mind
You're just reelin', takin' in the thoughts around you
Every one's got secrets you must find

Tell me what you want and I'll give you what you need
Tell me what you want and I'll give you what you need
Tell me what you want and I'll give you what you need
Look into my eyes and you'll see me standin' there

Oo, it's so easy
Cool and breezy
What a feelin'
It's got me reelin'

Tell me what you want and I'll give you what you need
Tell me what you want and I'll give you what you need
Tell me what you want and I'll give you what you need
Look into my eyes and you'll see me standin' there

. . .


Tom Johnston

I been workin' the whole day long
On these railroad ties singin' a sad, sad song
Down the track is a bad way to live
The boss man's whip is all he's got to give
And late at night in the twilight of the South
They put you in a cell and let the bulldogs out
The old cat down the way
Well he's singin' out the blues
'Cause he's got no one back home
Oh, somebody sighed

Next day comes they send you back out on the track
All that sweat be drippin' down off your back
Everybody's singin' a workin' man's song
Hopin' they don't have to feel the whip on their bone
The water boy slowly works his way around
A bucket full of swamp water weighin' him down
Old Squezer Walker just fell out on the ground
And they're draggin' his body away
Oh, my, my, my

Well, there's talk around camp
That there's gonna be a fight
Old Razor Face and Willie Black
The meanest dudes in sight
One's got a razor and the other's got a knife
But only one's gonna walk out alive

Oh, baby, mama, get me out of here
Can't stand no more
This place is gonna be the death of me
Believe to my soul that I gotta be free
There's only one way that it's every gonna be
That's when the angels come and take me away
Well, now

Oh, baby, mama, get me out of here
Can't stand no more
This place is gonna be the death of me
Believe to my soul that I gotta be free
There's only one way that it's every gonna be
That's when the angels come and take me away
Well, now

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I'm sittin' in my room, I'm starin' out my window
And I wonder where you've gone
Thinking back on the happy hours just before the dawn
Outside the wind is blowin'
It seems to call your name again
Where have you gone

City streets and lonely highways
I travel down
My car is empty and the radio just seems to bring me down
I'm just tryin' to find me
A pretty smile that I can get into
It's true, I'm lost without you

Another lonely park, another Sunday
Why is it life turns out that way
Just when you think you got a good thing
It seems to slip away

It's warm outside, no clouds are in the sky
But I need myself a place to go and hide
I keep to myself
I don't want nobody else
To see me cryin' all those tears in my eyes

Another park, another Sunday
Why is it life turns out that way
Just when you think you got a good thing
It seems to slip away
Another park, another Sunday
It's dark and empty thanks to you
I got to get myself together
But it's hard to do

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Patrick Simmons

Autumn breeze blowin' to the east
Shift of breeze upon a sea of peace
Hear them call, can't you hear them sing
Hear them call, how their voices ring
Dizzy dancin', golden ladies
Misty eyes that cannot fool
Silver shoreline waves come crashin'
To the end of all of you

Like a spider weavin' silken nets
Fingers move, swaying silhouettes
Hear them call, can't you hear them sing
Hear them call, how their voices ring
Spinning, turning, moonlit madness
'Round the fire burnin' bright
I can see it risin' higher
Lightin' up the starry night

Hear them call, can't you hear them sing
Hear them call, how their voices ring
Hear them call, can't you hear them sing
Hear them call, how their voices ring

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Flying Cloud

[No lyrics]

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