April 1971
The Doobie Brothers

1.  Nobody
2.  Slippery St. Paul
3.  Greenwood Creek
4.  It Won't Be Right
5.  Travelin' Man
6.  Feelin' Down Farther
7.  The Master
8.  Growin' A Little Each Day
9.  The Beehive State
10.  Closer Every Day
11.  Chicago

The Doobie Brothers:

Tom Johnston -
Guitars/Harp/Piano/Vocals

Patrick Simmons -
Guitars/Vocals

Dave Shogren -
Bass/Organ/Vocals

John Hartman -
Drums

 
Nobody

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston


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.

You're gonna 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 all around you.

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

Settin' out on a voyage down to Jenner,
givin' 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 a hidden light to blind me, Mm-mm.

So you see the path is here

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

Slippery St. Paul

Words and Music by
Patrick Simmons and Tom Johnston


Down along the river, where the big bulrushes grow,
you find the old frog jump in 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 on 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.

Greenwood Creek

Words and Music by
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 south-bound 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 dog's cheers.

Someday I'm gonna get me some land,

far away in that promised land.

I can hear that south-bound 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 dog's cheers.

Someday I'm gonna get me some land,

far away in that promised land.

I can hear that south-bound 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.

It Won't Be Right

Words and Music by
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 eve-in', long about supper time,
there's nothin' left here for me but a bottle of wine.

I'm gonna be evicted 'long 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.

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.

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.

Travelin' Man

Words and Music by
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 toward the sea.

He seems so free, and just like me he rides the wind.

I'm a trav-'lin' man. Nothin' left behind me but the road.
I'm a trav-'lin' 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 trav-'lin' man. Nothin' left behind me but the road.
I'm a trav-'lin' man. Won't you share the load?

I'm a trav-'lin' man. Nothin' left behind me but the road.
I'm a trav-'lin' man. Won't you share the load?

I'm a trav-'lin' man. Nothin' left behind me but the road.
I'm a trav-'lin' man. Won't you share the load?

 
 


 
 

[ Doobies Sign With Warner Brothers - Courtesy Of ]

Feelin' Down Farther

Words and Music by
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, here me when I sing out loud.
The echoes of my gladness fall upon the ground.

I don't care for sadness, and I don't need fear.

I hope they fin'lly 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.

Ooh, way down low, ooh, way down low,
Ooh, way down low, ooh, way down low.

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,
Ooh, ooh, ooh,

Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh

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.

Feelin' down farther.  Feelin' farther down.

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

The Master

Words and Music by
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 diff'rent 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.

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.

Oh, but bless the days and the many diff'rent 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.

Growin' A Little Each Day

Words and Music by
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 a-just growin' a little each day.

The sun of the delta beams across your face, oh yeah.
And good ol' Grandad'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 do 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.

you're only just growin' a little each day.

you're only just growin' a little each day.

The Beehive State

Words and Music by
Randy Newman

Since you're the delegate from Kansas,
will you kindly take the floor?

And tell us what is Kansas thinkin'?

What is Kansas for?

Kansas is for the farmer.
We stand behind the little man.

We need a fire-house in Topeka,

so help us if you can.

I see the gentleman from Utah,
our friendly Beehive State.

How can we help you, Utah?

How can we make you great?

We got to irrigate our deserts.
We got to get some things to grow.

We've got to tell this country about Utah,

because nobody seems to know.

 

Chicago

Adapted and Arranged by
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.

Closer Every Day

Words and Music by
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 everyday.

Oh Lord, closer every day.
Oh Lord, closer every day.

Oh Lord, closer every day.

Oh Lord, closer every day.

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 everyday.

Oh Lord, closer every day.
Oh Lord, closer every day.

Oh Lord, closer every day.

Oh Lord, closer every day.



The Doobie Brothers:

Tom Johnston -
Guitars/Vocals

Pat Simmons -
Guitars/Vocals

Tiran Porter -
Bass/Vocals

John Hartman -
Drums/Percussion

Michael Hossack -
Drums

Toulouse Street

1.  Listen To The Music
2.  Rockin' Down The Highway

3.  Mamaloi

4.  Toulouse Street

5.  Cotton Mouth

6.  Don't Start Me Talkin'

7.  Jesus Is Just Alright

8.  White Sun

9.  Disciple

10.  Snake Man

     
July 1972

 
Listen To The Music

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

Donít you feel it growiní day by day,
people gettiní 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 Ďem smile,
it ainít so hard to do if you know how.

Gotta get a message, get it on through,

Oh, now mamaís go Ďní to after Ďwhile.

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.

Weíll be happy and weíll dance,

Oh, we're gonna dance our blues away.

And if Iím feeliní good to you
and youíre feeliní good to me

there ainít nothiní we can't do or say.

Feeliní 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,

listíniní 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.

Rockiní Down The Highway

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

Got those highway blues, canít you hear my motor runniní,
flyiní down the road with my foot on the floor.

All the way in town they can here me cominí,

Ford's about to drop, she won't do no more.

And I smell my motor burnin', underneath the hood is smoke,

canít stop and I canít stop,

got to keep moviní or Iíll lose my mind.

Oh, rockiní down the highway, oh, rockiní down the highway.
Oh, rockiní down the highway, oh, rockiní down the highway.

The highway patrol got his eyes on me,
I know what heís thinkiní and it ainít good.

I'm moviní so fast  he can barely see me,

gonna lose that man, I know I should.

I gotta kick in my peddle, make my Ford move a little bit faster,

canít stop and I canít stop,

got to keep moviní or Iíll lose my mind.

Oh, rockiní down the highway, oh, rockiní down the highway.
Oh, rockiní down the highway, oh, rockiní down the highway.

Oh, rockiní down the highway, oh, rockiní down the highway.
Oh, rockiní down the highway, oh, rockiní down the highway.

Mamaloi

Words and Music by
Patrick Simmons

Layin' back, sittiní in the sunshine,
hot wind, I drink me little rum wine,

straw hat down across my eyes, lettin' the world go by.

Music it starts my toes a-tappin',

drum beat, it set my hands a clappiní,

rum wine, it get my head a spinniní, turn a-round and Ďround.

Caribbean current please take me, I hear you callin' me home,
got to get back to Jamaica, I want no more to roam.

Caribbean current please take me, I hear you callin' me home,

got to get back to Jamaica.

Gypsy, she say I got the fever,
I donít know whether to believe her,

But when the wind blows from the sea,

my soul starts to fly away.

She give me charm that will protect me,

necklace with stone from far across the sea,

but island magic much too strong, it wonít let me go this time.

Caribbean current please take me, I hear you callin' me home,
got to get back to Jamaica, I want no more to roam.

Caribbean current please take me, I hear you callin' me home,

got to get back to Jamaica. 

Caribbean current please take me, I hear you callin' me home,
got to get back to Jamaica, I want no more to roam.

Caribbean current please take me, I hear you callin' me home,

got to get back to Jamaica.

Toulouse Street

Words and Music by
Patrick Simmons

Iím walkiní in shadows I cannot see,
faces, they smile when I fall or flee.

Doors without windows all shuttered tight again.

I just might pass this way again,

I just might pass this way again.

I just might pass this way,

I just might pass this way again.

The night, she is hot, Creole girls, they sing,
my heart, it is pounding, my ears, they ring.

The spell has been cast down in New Orleans again.

I just might pass this way again,

I just might pass this way again,

I just might pass this way,

I just might pass this way again.

Locked in a room down in New Orleans,
my blood is a-flowing fast.

Locked in a room down in New Orleans,

my blood is a-flowing fast.

The night, she is hot, Creole girls, they sing,
my heart, it is pounding, my ears, they ring.

The spell has been cast down in New Orleans again.

I just might pass this way again,

I just might pass this way again.

I just might pass this way,

I just might pass this way again.

Cotton Mouth

Lyrics by James Seals
Music By
 James Seals and Dash Crofts

Red eyed mama keep cryiní,
blue eyed cat keeps a-lyiní,

catfish keep his eye on the string

and that cotton mouth keep on windin'.

Sing. Sing. Sing.

Dark moon keeps hidiní,
and 'gator he keeps right on slidin',

and bullfrog he ainít mindin',

oh, cotton mouth keep on windin'

Sing. Sing. Sing.

Lightnin' bugs in bottles,
they gimme me all the light that I need,

and Iím seinin' bait for linin',

and that cotton mouth keeps on windin'.

Sing. Sing. Sing.

Oh, that big iron pot's a-boilin'
and that red eyed momma keeps toiliní,

and the crawdad meats for dinin',

oh, and that cotton mouth keeps on windin', Lord.

Sing. Sing. Sing.

Donít Start Me Talkiní

Words and Music
"Sonny Boy" Williamson

Goiní down to Rosieís, stop at Fanny May's,
Gonna tell Fanny what I heard her boyfriend say.

Now donít you start me talkiní,
Iíll tell everything I know.

I'm gonna break up this signifyin',

'cause somebody gotta go.

Jack gave his wife two dollar, go down to the market.
Get out on the street, 'ol George stopped her,

he knocked her down, and blackened her eye,

she get back home and tell her husband a lie.

Now donít you start me talkiní,
Iíll tell her everything I know.

I'm gonna break up this signifyin',

'cause we gotta go.

She borrowed some money to go to the beauty shop,
Iím goiní to a place where I can get my hair sot.

Now donít you start me talkiní,
Iíll tell her everything I know.

I'm gonna break up this signifyin',

'cause we gotta go.

Jesus Is Just Alright

A. Reynolds

Jesus is just alright with me,
Jesus is just alright, oh yeah

Jesus is just alright with me,

Jesus is just alright

I don't care what they may say
I don't care what they may do

I don't care what they may say

Jesus is just alright, oh yeah

Jesus is just alright 

Jesus is just alright with me,
Jesus is just alright, oh yeah

Jesus is just alright with me,

Jesus is just alright 

I don't care what they may know
I don't care where they may go

I don't care what they may know

Jesus is just alright, oh yeah 

Jesus, he's my friend;
Jesus, he's my friend

He took me by the hand;

Led me far from this land

Jesus, he's my friend 

Jesus is just alright with me,
Jesus is just alright, oh yeah

Jesus is just alright with me,

Jesus is just alright

I don't care what they may say,
I don't care what they may do

I don't care what they may say,

Jesus is just alright, oh yeah 

 
 

Snake Man

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

Well, Iím worried, snake manís on my trail,
oh Lord, Iím worried, snake manís on my trail,

and I only come outside to pick up all the U.S. mail.

A black eagle flies through my backyard,
a black eagle flies through my backyard,

perches on my window, Lord, what a fearsome sight.




"I got a fractured skull, broken nose, couple of broken ribs,
cuts and gashes all over."
Tom Johnston (Pre-Doobie bar gigs)

Michael Golberg
S.F. Sunday Examiner
1-6-80

White Sun

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

Horizon of blue, the hills are rolliní,
walkiní with you through a field of red stones.

Iíve been confused from voices calliní,

calliní 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, itís 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 overflowiní,

and his dreams await in his rockiní chair sky.

And I slip away down by the water,
and I slip away down by the sea.

Take love and give love, itís got to be free.

 
 

Disciple

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

Night time, I jumped back in the alley,
saw my shadow closiní 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 didnít believe it.

Lightnin', it crackled all around me,
storm clouds are moviní 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 moviní 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.

 
 


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