Don't you feel it growing, day by day
People getting ready for the news
Some are happy, some are sad
Whoa, gotta let the music play
Mhm
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 momma don't you ask me why
Whoa, oh listen to the music
Whoa, oh listen to the music
Whoa, oh listen to the music
All the time
Well I know, you know baby, 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 feeling good to you and you're feeling good to me
There ain't nothing we can't do or say
Feeling good, feeling fine
Oh, baby, let the music play
Whoa, oh listen to the music
Whoa, oh listen to the music
Whoa, oh listen to the music
All the time
Like a lazy flowing river
Surrounding castles in the sky
And the crowd is growing bigger
Listening for the happy sounds
And I got to let them fly
Whoa, oh listen to the music
Whoa, oh listen to the music
Whoa, oh listen to the music
All the time
Whoa, oh listen to the music
Whoa, oh listen to the music
Whoa, oh listen to the music
All the time
Whoa, oh listen to the music
Whoa, oh listen to the music
Whoa, oh listen to the music
All the time
The Doobie Brothers - Toulouse Street Album Lyrics
The Doobie Brothers - Toulouse Street Lyrics
Writer: Tom Johnston
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Rockin Down The Highway
Got those highway blues, can't you hear my motor runnin',
flyin' down the road with my foot on the floor.
All the way in town they can here me comin',
Ford's about to drop, she won't do no more.
And I smell my motor burnin', underneath the hood is smoke,
can't stop and I can't stop,
got to keep movin' or I'll lose my mind.
Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway.
Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway.
The highway patrol got his eyes on me,
I know what he's thinkin' and it ain't good.
I'm movin' 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,
can't stop and I can't stop,
got to keep movin' or I'll lose my mind.
Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway.
Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway.
Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway.
Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway
flyin' down the road with my foot on the floor.
All the way in town they can here me comin',
Ford's about to drop, she won't do no more.
And I smell my motor burnin', underneath the hood is smoke,
can't stop and I can't stop,
got to keep movin' or I'll lose my mind.
Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway.
Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway.
The highway patrol got his eyes on me,
I know what he's thinkin' and it ain't good.
I'm movin' 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,
can't stop and I can't stop,
got to keep movin' or I'll lose my mind.
Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway.
Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway.
Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway.
Oh, rockin' down the highway, oh, rockin' down the highway
Writer: TOM JOHNSTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Mamaloi
Layin' back and sittin' in the sunshine
Hot wind, I drink me little wine
Straw hat down across my eyes
Lettin' the world go by
Music, it start my toes a tappin'
Drum beat, it set my hands a clappin'
Rum wine, it get my head a spinnin'
Turnin' around and 'round
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
Hot wind, I drink me little wine
Straw hat down across my eyes
Lettin' the world go by
Music, it start my toes a tappin'
Drum beat, it set my hands a clappin'
Rum wine, it get my head a spinnin'
Turnin' around and 'round
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 don't know whether to believe her
But when the wind blow from the sea
My soul start 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 won't 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
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Toulouse Street
I'm walkin' 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
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 flowin' fast
Locked in a room down in New Orleans
My blood is a flowin' 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
My blood is a flowin' fast
Writer: PAT SIMMONS, PATRICK SIMMONS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Peermusic Publishing
Cotton Mouth
Red eyed momma keep cryin'
Blue eyed cat keeps a lyin'
Catfish keep his eye on the string
And that cotton mouth keep on windin'
Sing, sing, sing
Dark moon keeps hidin'
And 'gator, he keeps right on slidin'
And bull frog, he ain't mindin'
Oh, cotton mouth keep on windin'
Sing, sing, sing
Blue eyed cat keeps a lyin'
Catfish keep his eye on the string
And that cotton mouth keep on windin'
Sing, sing, sing
Dark moon keeps hidin'
And 'gator, he keeps right on slidin'
And bull frog, he ain't mindin'
Oh, cotton mouth keep on windin'
Sing, sing, sing
Lightnin' bugs in bottles
They gimme all the light I need
And I'm 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 toilin'
And the crawdad meat's for dinin'
And oh, that cotton mouth keeps on windin', Lord
Sing, sing, sing
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Don't Start Me To Talkin'
Goin' down to rosie's
Stop at fanny may's
Gonna tell fanny what i heard her boyfriend say
Now don't you start me talkin'
I'll tell ev'rything 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 blacked her eye
She get back home and tell her husband a lie
Now don't you start me talkin'
I'll tell ev'rything i know
I'm gonna break up this signifyin'
'cause somebody gotta go
She borrowed some money
To go to the beauty shop
;i'm goin' to a place where i can get my hair sot;
Now don't you start me talkin'
I'll ell ev'rything i know
I'm gonna break up this signifyin'
'cause somebody gotta go
Stop at fanny may's
Gonna tell fanny what i heard her boyfriend say
Now don't you start me talkin'
I'll tell ev'rything 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 blacked her eye
She get back home and tell her husband a lie
Now don't you start me talkin'
I'll tell ev'rything i know
I'm gonna break up this signifyin'
'cause somebody gotta go
She borrowed some money
To go to the beauty shop
;i'm goin' to a place where i can get my hair sot;
Now don't you start me talkin'
I'll ell ev'rything i know
I'm gonna break up this signifyin'
'cause somebody gotta go
Writer: Sonny Boy Williamson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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 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
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
Writer: ARTHUR REYNOLDS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
White Sun
Horizon of blue, hills are rollin'
Walkin' with you through a field of red stones
I 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
Walkin' with you through a field of red stones
I 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
Writer: TOM JOHNSTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Disciple
Night time, I jumped back in the alley
Saw a shadow closin' in
And blue smoke all around the figure
A knife blade flashing grim
I made my move to get away
Seems like nowhere to run
All of a sudden I was blinded by a flash
Devil of a man with a gun
You gotta believe it
Now let me outta here
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
Man I gotta get away, gotta get away
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
Oh oh
Saw a shadow closin' in
And blue smoke all around the figure
A knife blade flashing grim
I made my move to get away
Seems like nowhere to run
All of a sudden I was blinded by a flash
Devil of a man with a gun
You gotta believe it
Now let me outta here
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
Man I gotta get away, gotta get away
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
Oh oh
Writer: JEFFERY JOHN HANNEMAN, KERRY KING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Capitol CMG Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Capitol CMG Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Snake Man
Well, I'm worried
Snake man's on my trail
Oh, Lord, I'm worried
Snake man's on my trail
And I only come outside
To pick up all the U.S. mail
A black eagle
Flies through my back yard
A black eagle
Flies through my back yard
Perches on my window
Lord, what a fearsome sight
Snake man's on my trail
Oh, Lord, I'm worried
Snake man's on my trail
And I only come outside
To pick up all the U.S. mail
A black eagle
Flies through my back yard
A black eagle
Flies through my back yard
Perches on my window
Lord, what a fearsome sight
Writer: TOM JOHNSTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Toulouse Street is the second studio album by American rock band the Doobie Brothers. It was released in July 1972, by Warner Bros. Records. It was the band's first album with bassist Tiran Porter and also the first with drummer Michael Hossack to augment existing drummer John Hartman, putting in place their trademark twin-drummer sound. Toulouse Street is the name of a street in the French Quarter of New Orleans. The cover and inside centerfold photos were taken at a former brothel on Toulouse Street.
The album peaked at number 21 on the Billboard 200.
Performed By:
The Doobie BrothersThe album peaked at number 21 on the Billboard 200.
Genre(s): Rock, Pop rock, Gospel, Southern rock
Producer(s): Ted Templeman
Length: 35:33
Released: July 1st, 1972
Year: 1972