Doobie Brothers Lyrics

China Grove Words and Music by Tom Johnston When the sun comes up on a sleepy little town Down around San Antone And the folks area risin' for another day 'round about their homes The people of the town are strange And they're proud of where they came Well, you're talkin' 'bout China Grove Oh, China Grove Well, the preacher and the teacher Lord, they're a caution They are the talk of the town When the gossip gets to flyin' And they ain't lyin' When the sun goes fallin' down They say that the father's insane And dear Missus Perkin's a game We're talkin' 'bout the China Grove Oh, China Grove But every day there's a new thing comin' The ways of an oriental view The sheriff and his buddies With their samurai swords You can even hear the music at night And though it's a part of the lone star state People don't seem to care They just keep on lookin' to the east Talkin' 'bout the China Grove Oh, China Grove Listen To The Music Words and Music by Tom Johnston Don’t you feel it growin’ day by day, people gettin’ ready for the news. Some are happy, some are sad Oh, we got to let the music play. What the people need is a way to make ‘em smile, it ain’t so hard to do if you know how. Gotta get a message, get it on through, Oh, now mama’s go ‘n’ to after ‘while. Oh, oh, listen to the music, oh, oh, listen to the music, oh, oh listen to the music, all the time. Well, I know you know better, everything I say, meet me in the country for a day. We’ll be happy and we’ll dance, Oh, we're gonna dance our blues away. And if I’m feelin’ good to you and you’re feelin’ good to me there ain’t nothin’ we can't do or say. Feelin’ good, feeling fine, Oh, baby, let the music play. Oh, oh, listen to the music, oh, oh, listen to the music, oh, oh listen to the music, all the time. Like a lazy flowing river surrounding castles in the sky. And the crowd is growing bigger, list’nin’ for the happy sounds and I got to let them fly. Oh, oh, listen to the music, oh, oh, listen to the music, oh, oh listen to the music, all the time White Sun Words and Music by Tom Johnston Horizon of blue, the hills are rollin’, walkin’ with you through a field of red stones. I’ve been confused from voices callin’, callin’ to me where the white sun has shown. And I slip away down by the water, and I slip away down by the sea. Take love and give love, it’s got to be free. The old man is weak but strength comes from him, a smile full of youth and a gleam in his eye. His garden is green and seems overflowin’, and his dreams await in his rockin’ chair sky. And I slip away down by the water, and I slip away down by the sea. Take love and give love, it’s got to be free. Dark Eyed Cajun Woman Words And Music By Tom Johnston I think back to the time when I first saw your face, you were walkin' across the delta to your cold and lonely place. You know, I took you for a small girl, really not quite seventeen, oh, Lord but I was wrong, oh, so wrong, you're like a woman I've never seen. Dark eyed Cajun woman, where are you comin' from? Your soul is in the backwoods, they say you never had a home. But I'm gonna know you better if it takes all night and day, dark eyed Cajun woman, you'll never get a - way, no, no. Never get away. Now the evenin' breeze is blowin', I hear your voice most everywhere. Your cold, black eyes, they are dancin' in the starlight, warmin' the cold night air. It's so beautiful, you know I have to say, dark eyed Cajun woman, you'll never get away. Never get away. Now the evenin' breeze is blowin', I hear your voice most everywhere. Your cold, black eyes, they are dancin' in the starlight, warmin' the cold night air. It's so beautiful, you know I gotta to say, dark eyed Cajun woman, you'll never get away. Never get away. South City Midnight Lady Words and Music by Pat Simmons Up all night I could not sleep, the whiskey that I drank was cheap, with shakin' hands I went and I lit up my last cigarette. Well, the sun came, night had fled, and sleepy-eyed I reached my bed, I saw you sleepy dreamin' there all covered and warm. South city midnight lady, I'm much obliged indeed, you sure have saved this man whose soul was in need. I thought there was no reason for all these things I do, but the smile that I sent out returned with you. When day has left the night behind, and shadows roll across my mind, I sometimes find myself alone out walking the street. Yes and when I'm feelin' down and blue, then all I do is think of you, and all my foolish problems seem to fade away South city midnight lady, I'm much obliged indeed, you sure have saved this man whose soul was in need. I thought there was no reason for all these things I do, but the smile that I sent out returned with you. South city midnight lady, I'm much obliged indeed, you sure have saved this man whose soul was in need. I thought there was no reason for all these things I do, hey, but the smile that I sent out returned with you. Pursuit On 53rd Street Words and Music by Tom Johnston On a cross-town bus in the city, I spied a lady all dressed in black. High heeled shoes and her dress cut loose, her front was saggin' out on the rack. I believe, I believe that the lady's gonna bring me luck. I believe, I believe that the lady's gonna bring me luck. Driver, won't you stop this crazy machine and let my feet out and touch the ground. Got to lay me a line on the lady before she walks down the street too far. I believe, I believe that the lady's gonna bring me luck. I believe, I believe that the lady's gonna bring me luck. I believe, I believe that the lady's gonna bring me luck. I believe, I believe that the lady's gonna bring me luck. I know she'll be so good. Down In The Track Words and Music by Tom Johnston I've 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 bull dogs 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. The next day comes they send you back out on the track, all that sweat be drippin' down and 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 makes his way around, a bucket full of swamp water weighin' him down, old Squeezer 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 outta here. Can't stand no more. This place is gonna be the death of me, believe to my soul that I've gotta be free. There's only one way that it's ever gonna be, that's when the angels come and take me away. Oh, now. Yes, I do believe. Oh, baby, mama, get me outta here. I just can't stand no more. This place is gonna be the death of me, believe to my soul that I've gotta be free. There's only one way that it's ever gonna be, that's when the angels come and take me away. Oh, my, my, my. I Cheat The Hangman Words and Music by Patrick Simmons The days grow short, the nights are gone; since you were here I can't go on. I cried for you, to no avail; now my life runs cold when the night winds wail. But I cheat the hangman, cheated him many times before; the bell that tolls the hour has turned sweet lips to sour. Yes, I cheat the hangman, and even when life has flown away I leave a kiss behind. The rain that fell upon my stone like tears you cry I shared alone. I walk the night, I cannot sleep; the love you spend you cannot reap . But I cheat the hangman, cheated him many times before; the bell that tolls the hour has turned sweet lips to sour. Yes, I cheat the hangman, and even when life has flown away I leave a kiss behind; the glow of love will shine. Lighted windows stare at the stranger there returning home; only lighted windows stare at the lonely stranger there returning home. Du du du du du du_____ du du, du du du___ du du du___ du du du___ du du du___ . I leave a kiss behind; the glow of love will shine. Lighted windows stare at the stranger there returning home; only lighted windows stare at the lonely stranger there returning home. Du du du du du du_____ du du, du du du___ du du du___ du du du___ du du du___ . Only lighted windows stare at the lonely stranger there returning home. Disciple Words and Music by Tom Johnston Night time, I jumped back in the alley, saw my shadow closin’ in and blue smoke all around the figure, a knife blade flashin' grim. I made my move to get away, seems like no-where to run, all of sudden I was blinded by a flash a devil of a man with a gun. I didn’t believe it. Lightnin', it crackled all around me, storm clouds are movin’ in, the blue smoke cleared so fast around me, the strange hunter's gone again. I looked up to see what had happened, there he stood in front of me; he had a silver cape and eyes of red with a button down limousine. Lightnin', it crackled all around me, storm clouds are movin’ in, the blue smoke cleared so fast around me, the strange hunter's gone again. I looked up to see what had happened, there he stood in front of me; he had a silver cape and eyes of red with a button down limousine. The Doctor Words and Music by Tom Johnston/Charlie Midnight Eddie Schwartz Well, I'm a man who lives in the city, I'm a man who lives in the street. From F.L.A., up 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? I tell 'em, music is the doctor, makes you feel like you want to. You gotta 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. So, listen to the doctor, just like you ought to. I said music is the doctor of my soul. If you've ever wondered just how to shake your blues. Just follow this prescription, and get the cure for what is ailin' you, yeah, yeah, yeah. Music is the doctor, feel like you want to. Listen to the doctor just like you ought to. Music is the doctor of my soul. Music is the doctor, makes you feel like you want to. You gotta listen to the doctor just like you ought to. Music is the doctor of my soul.