September 2010
World Gone Crazy

1.  A Brighter Day
2.  Chateau

3.  Nobody

4.  World Gone Crazy

5.  Far From Home

6.  Young Man's Game

7.  Don't Say Goodbye

8.  My Baby

9.  Old Juarez

10.  I Know We Won

11.  Law Dogs
12.  Little Prayer
13.  New York Dream

The Doobie Brothers:

Patrick Simmons -
Guitars/Vocals

Tom Johnston -
Guitars/Vocals

John McFee -
Guitars/Mandolin/Violin/Banjo/Vocals

Michael Hossack -
Drums/Percussion

A Brighter Day

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

There's a little bitty boy down in Jamaica
Who has the gift of seeing second sight
He sees the world and all its troubles
But inside his heart the sun is shining bright

So everybody shout to your brother
Everybody sing let your spirit fly away
Oh oh oh shout to your brother
So all the people have a brighter day

Well the network news went down to the island
To try to understand the things he sees
But he just laughed and he waved at the camera
He said open up your mind and follow me

Everybody shout to your brother
Everybody sing let spirit fly away
Oh oh oh Shout to your brother
So all the people have a brighter day

When people go to war it hurts us all you see
They don't feel the need to congregate
I may be just a boy but I am not a fool
Our leaders need to simplify instead of complicate

Everybody shout to your brother
Everybody sing let spirit fly away
Oh oh oh shout to your brother
So all the people have a brighter day

Everybody...yeah yeah...everybody

Everybody shout to your brother
I said everybody sing...can ya hear him say?
Oh oh oh shout to your brother
So all the people have a brighter day
Can you hear him say...?

Everybody shout...to the little bitty boy
Everybody's sing, all the people just gotta believe
Oh oh oh shout to your brother
I want to tell ya'
All the people have a brighter day

Ohh ohhh can you hear what the little boy say?

Chateau

Words and Music by
Pat Simmons and Ted Templeman

Standing on the back porch
Talkin' to your sister
The walls came down,
And hit me like a twister
Been locked up and they thrown away the key
Now we all got our show on the real TV

Goin' back, yeah yeah
Goin' back, whoa whoa
Goin' back, yeah yeah
Gotta get back, gotta get back
Goin' back to the Château
Goin' back to the Château
Gotta get back

Hangin' in the alley on a Saturday night
Howlin' at the moon feelin' all right
Talkin' trash, you crazy freak
Hit him so damn hard he won't get up for a week

Goin' back, yeah yeah
Goin' back, whoa whoa
Goin' back, yeah yeah
Gotta get back, gotta get back
Goin' back to the Château
Goin' back to the Château
Gotta get back

Goin' back, yeah yeah
Goin' back, whoa whoa
Goin' back, yeah yeah
Gotta get back, gotta get back
Goin' back to the Château
Goin' back to the Château
Goin' back to the Château
Goin' back to the Château
Gotta get back

 

...all the self-involved navel gazers who stand onstage staring at their shoes could learn a thing or two from the Doobie Brothers...  See ‘em. You won’t regret it.
Michael Verity
wnew.com
7.14.2011

 

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.


This band can ROCK.  They're as rockin' a live act as I've ever heard at Merlefest. They blend their instruments together so well, do these amazing three or four-part vocal harmonies, jam out with prolonged instrumental work, and really get the audience dancing.

I definitely recommend checking these guys out if they come to your town; they don't disappoint.
astrangemind.blogspot.com
5.1.2011

 

World Gone Crazy

Words and Music by
Tom J
ohnston

Workin' real hard in the heart of the city
Noonday sun feelin' hot and sweaty
Tryin' to make my pay
Tryin' to make my monthly rent

Workin' real hard for the U.S. dollar
Livin' real poor gonna make me holler
I don't wanna live in the street
Like some folks do

I was raised up on the corner in front of a grocery store
Shinin' shoes with the daily news for two bits on the floor
But given the chance, I'd go back to the days of the simpler time
'Cause this ol' world's gone crazy
And I'm about to lose my mind

Workin' real hard in the heart of the city
Noonday sun feelin' hot and sweaty
Tryin' to make my pay
Tryin' to make my monthly rent

Workin' real hard for the US dollar
Livin' real poor gonna make me holler
I don't wanna live in the street
Like some folks do

My brother drives delivery right down on Dauphine street
Had a little house by the railroad track
Kinda small but it was neat
The police came and got him
For robbin' a liquor store
And even though he didn't do it
They got what they came for

Workin' real hard in the heart of the city
Noonday sun feelin' hot and sweaty
Tryin' to make my pay
Tryin' to make my monthly rent

Workin' real hard for the U.S. dollar
Livin' real poor gonna make me holler
I don't wanna live in the street
Like some folks do

It's a poor man whose life is bittersweet
Doesn't wanna lose that good thing that he's got
But the same old government
That pays you every week
Will come and take your home away
And put you in the street

Workin' real hard in the heart of the city
Noonday sun feelin' hot and sweaty
Tryin' to make my pay
Tryin' to make my monthly rent

Workin' real hard for the U.S. dollar
Livin' real poor gonna make me holler
I don't wanna live in the street
Like some folks do

Repeat

Far From Home

Words and Music by
Patrick Simmons/Ted Templeman

Wish you could have stayed a lot longer
'Cause it only seems like yesterday
You've gotten so much stronger
Now I know you're on your way
We've waited for this moment
Now it's hard to let you go
'Cause baby when you're gone away
I know I'm gonna miss you so

Spread your wings and fly away
When the rain begins to fall
Just remember that you'll never be that far from home

I looked in your room today
I saw an old and worn-out shoe
It's one from your favorite pair
I remember when they were new
You used to wear them everywhere
When you used to hold my hand
Time slips through your fingers
Just like a tiny little grain of sand

Baby just...
Spread your wings and fly away
When the rain begins to fall
Just remember, that you'll never be that far from home

Just remember, that you'll never be that far from home
(never be that far)

Just remember, that you'll never be that far from home
(never be that far)

Just remember, that you'll never be that far from home
(never be that far)

Spread your wings, and fly away
Just remember, that you'll never be that far from home
(never be that far)

Repeat to fade



"It was another mind-blowing show from a great rocking’ band."
Terry Wenslow
July 2, 2015
In The Loop Magazine

 

 

 

 

Young Man's Game

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

Well there ain't no rules and regulations
When you're playing rock 'n roll
You got your backbeat in the drivers seat
Your rollin' and it's outta control

Now they say that it's a young man's game
And that is who is burnin' the flame
But they seem to forget
Who shot the rocket outta the hole

You got your young string slingers
Burning up and down the fretboard all day
You got your metal on the dark side
Warnin' of the Judgment day
But there is still a lotta guys on the road
And they're knocking down a backbeat load
We've got 30 long years
Of bringing people rock 'n roll

Rockin' music makes us whole
It doesn't matter if you're young or old
They love to hear it on the radio
It takes your troubles away
I'll tell ya what don't work for me
The crazy ideology
That says that playing that rock 'n roll
Is just a young man's game

Now if you're playing in the coliseum
Or in a smoky ol' club
Long as all the people rockin'
There's a whole lotta shakin' going on
When you're singin' in harmony
And you're down on your bended knee
Throw your guitar in the trunk
And drive your Cadillac to the show

Rockin' music makes us whole
It doesn't matter if you're young or old
They love to hear it on the radio
It takes your troubles away
I'll tell ya what don't work for me
The crazy ideology
That says that playing that rock 'n roll
Is just a young man's game

Rockin' music makes us whole
It doesn't matter if you're young or old
They love to hear it on the radio
It takes your troubles away
I'll tell ya what don't work for me
The crazy ideology
That says that playing that rock 'n roll
Is just a young man's game

I'm here to tell ya
It drives me insane
To hear that rock 'n roll music's
Just a young man's game
Driving in my car, I'm trying to relax
But those rock 'n roll critics talkin' yak yak yak

I'm here to tell ya
It drives me insane
To hear that rock 'n roll music's
Just a young man's game
Driving in my car, I'm trying to relax
Have mercy those critics talkin' yak yak yak

Don't Say Goodbye

Words and Music by
Patrick Simmons/Ted Templeman

This reminds me of those things we used to do
As that guy if he'll pour another round
And this crazy love has got a mind of its own
I knew eventually I'd find you in this town

And your eyes always tell what your lips they can't say
Remember those nights down in old San Jose
Baby I know,
You don't have to say any more
We can do anything you want tonight
As long as we don't say goodbye

From the balcony that overlooks the pool
We watched the carnival unfolding far below
I thought I saw someone waiting underneath the mango tree
It looked just like that other guy you used to know

And your eyes always tell what your lips they can't say
Remember those nights down in old San Jose
Baby I know,
You don't have to say any more
We can do anything you want tonight
As long as we don't say goodbye

Baby I know,
You don't have to say any more
We can do anything you want
You don't have to say any more
We can do anything you want tonight
Long as we don't say goodbye
Don't say goodbye...

My Baby

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

There is a kind of light
Shinin' down through the tree
Well there's a bright moonlight
Shinin' down through the tree
And I know my baby's
Comin' down to be with me

She got a basket on her arm
With my love inside
She got a basket on her arm, babe
With my love inside
Now when she opens up the basket
Things are gonna be all right

Hear my baby callin'

My, my, my, my, my, my baby goodnight, well, well
My, my, my, my, my, my, baby goodnight, yeah, yeah
0h, oh baby goodnight

I hear that bird a'callin'
Singin' like a Whippoorwill
Well, well, well, I hear that bird a'callin'
Singin' like a Whippoorwill, yeah
And when I hear that bird a callin'
It gives my baby such a thrill

And I think I'll call my baby

My, my, my, my, my, my baby goodnight, well, well, well
My, my, my, my, my, my, baby goodnight
0h, oh baby goodnight

And I don't believe you heard me

My, my, talking about, talking about baby my life
My, my, my, my, talking about baby my life
All my life
0h 0h baby goodnight

And I'm talking to the preacher

Old Juarez

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

Well there's a new gunslinger in Juarez town
Fallin' for a raven haired girl he found
The heat is strong but she wears a ring
That kind of love is a killin' thing

Their eyes are shinin' bright
Dancin' in the moonlight
And they ain't livin' in the shadows
Down an old Juarez

He don't care about danger with his kinda love
Goin' six feet under or in heaven above
She can live but he must die
Her old time lover was livin' a lie

Their eyes are shinin' bright
Dancin' in the moonlight
And they' ain't livin' in the shadows
Down an old Juarez

Back in the bar you don't see a tear in her eye
She stands there thinkin'
Drinking through her last goodbye
Tell me baby

In the nighttime the heat is rising
Out in the street their eyes burning bright
Down an old Juarez

Eyes are shining bright
Some are watchin' in the shadows
Down an old Juarez
Baby, baby please
You got me down on my knees
Don't let me die in here
I need your love, I need your loving
Dancing in the moonlight
I'm talking baby
Leave me standing here

 

I Know We Won

Words and Music by
Pat Simmons/Willie Nelson

There’s a blackbird sittin' in the old oak tree
Right there on the ranch where we used to be
We'd climb so high, and watch the clouds roll by, you and I
I shared this dream with my best friend
Those summer days we thought they’d never end
Like a river flowin' 'round the bend
Carryin' us away

When hearts are young they sometimes break
But heal with every breath they take
And if life was just a game we played, I know, I know we won

And if I’m lyin' I’m dyin'
'Cause I still feel the same old way
The longer that I’m with you
The more I wanna stay
And if life is just a game we played, I know we won
After all is said and done, I know we won

When hearts are young they sometimes break
But heal with every breath they take
And if life was just a game we played, I know, I know we won

When hearts are young they sometimes break
But heal with every breath they take
And if life was just a game we played, I know, I know we won
I know, I know we won

I know we won, I know, I know we won



“He’s the first band member-drummer in a rock group that was as good as or better than any session player out there,”
Ted Templeman on Michael Hossack
Meadowbrook U.S. Cellular Pavilion Website
Law Dogs

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

Know a little girl she drives me mad
She loves her outlaw but he don’t love back
I feel bad 'cause she can stay clean
The future looks bad tell you what I see
Four black horses and a memory

Makin' money lyin' in bed
Listen to the voices that are in her head
Main Street’s dirty and the mud is dank
With her no good lover in front of the bank
Gonna take all the money and leave this town
But the law dogs gonna track ‘em down

When mornin’ comes she hangs her head
Sittin' there smokin’ a cigarette
Her skin is pale sittin’ in jail
Hopin’ someone will set her free

Explosions have rocked the jail
And all the sirens they start to wail
The man in the duster he runs inside
To grab that girl and take her for a ride

Police running all over the place
They lost that girl it’s a big disgrace, yeah
Gonna run but you sho can’t hide
Yeah, Law dogs
Gonna run now baby
She's a crazy little thing, yeah
Gonna run, baby is sho gonna hide
Law dogs

 



Little Prayer

Words and Music by
Pat Simmons

When I wake alone at night, and you’re so far away
I say little prayer for you, and everything’s okay

There’s sunlight in your sparkling eyes, and summer in your smile
I’m sending out this little prayer, you’ll stay here for a while

‘Cause heaven knows I been lonely
Oh, but mercy came to me
Heaven must have sent you down
To set my poor heart free

So when I fall asleep at night, your angel face I see
Thank heaven for this little prayer that sent you here to me

‘Cause heaven knows I been lonely
Oh, but mercy came to me
Heaven must have sent you down
To set my poor heart free

So when I fall asleep at night, your angel face I see
Thank heaven for this little prayer that sent you here to me
Thank heaven for this little prayer that sent you here to me

New York Dream

Words and Music by
Tom Johnston

You jump in your car pull your long hair back
Got your wood grain appointments and your leather is black
With yo dark sunglasses and your flip phone on send
Ridin’ along in your Mercedes Benz

Said, but somethin’ that you left behind
A pesky little detail in the back of your mind
That would be…your midnight lover
Way across town…sleepin’ under cover

Dressed for work drinking latte on the balcony
Then you’re meetin’ with your lawyers down on Gramercy
Spendin’ all your daddy’s money on silky lingerie
Savin’ all your loving for the man you hide away

But there’s somethin’ that you left behind
A pesky little detail in the back of your mind
That would be…the new young lover
Way across town…sleepin’ under cover
Make up your mind...before it’s too late
Your high heeled thinkin’ will take it all away

Satin seduction and powder on your face
Expensive way of livin’ that your mind will erase
Playing in the clubs with the in crowd you seek
While the sun starts risin’ 'n you’re dead on your feet
Another dance another drink of small flirtation
Dropping the names of your rich relations
But nobody cares they just want to get high
While the young men’s attention has just passed you by, bye baby

To your new young lover
Way across town…sleepin’ under cover
Make up your mind...before it’s too late
Your high heeled thinkin’ will take it all away

That would be…the new young lover
Way ‘cross town…sleepin’ under cover
Make up your mind...before it’s too late
Your high heeled thinkin’ will take it all away

So what’ll it be the new young lover
Way across town sleepin’ under cover
Another day of shoppin’ at Saks Fifth Avenue
Better look in the mirror at what’s become of you



 
 

"The Doobie Brothers’ 75-minute performance was a high-energy treat."
Daniel Durchholz
Jul 31, 2016
St. Louis Post-Dispatch