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The Green Room Serenade (Part Tour)

by The Lost Dogs

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1.
(Music and lyrics by Terry Taylor) I found an old man lying on the street thought I'd do my good deed I wrapped my coat around him and gave him food to eat With labored breath he struggled but his eyes held heaven's light He whispered 'Young man don't feel bad for me, it will all work out alright' Chorus I was built for glory I was made to last God formed these feet to walk golden streets when this hard life is past Say "he's doin' well on the other side" If anybody asks say I was built for glory I was made to last He said I've been a Texas ranger and I've been a railroad man Lost two sons to consumption Lost my money in a get rich scam Buried my wife fifteen years ago that's when I took to the road I'm too crippled now to walk again but I'll walk those streets of gold Chorus I asked "What's your name?" He shook his head, said "It don't really matter I'm just another poor soul out on the street whose rewards in the great hereafter and Jesus been a friend of mine when all others passed me by but He led you here so I could say these words before I die" yeah Chorus The old man held me by the hand and sighed his final breath Now his spirit is in heaven while his body is at rest Today I'm makin it my mission to help others understand We're all fish out of water Strangers in a foreign land Chorus We were built for glory We were made to last God formed our feet to walk golden streets when this hard life is past It's time to make your peace with God cause this life's over fast and we were built for glory We were made to last
2.
(Terry Taylor) Daybreak I'm half awake Today is all there is (I'll be) Out the door, but not before I've kissed the wife and kids I've whistled in the dark I've known the broken heart I've seen the Red Sea part (and now) This sunlight just might Turn strangers into friends Surprise for sore eyes Another place I've never been Might feel the old Earth shake Could miss that lucky break But I can hardly wait To get Up in the Morning A new world is forming Behind these tired eyes I'm here and I'm breathing Feel my heart beating Lucky to be alive We'll see, could be The check is in the mail (Wake up, life's too short for you to stay in bed) (or I'm) On the slide that ends inside The belly of the whale (Get up, brush the cobwebs from your sleepy head) I've know the answered prayer I've thought no one was there It seem to clear the air, when I get Up in the morning. . . I don't care if I see rain or the blue sky I only know I've survived Surprise Yeah. . .
3.
(Terry Taylor and Lost Dogs) In the submarines and tanks In the S and L's and banks In the cancer wards, the prisons and the bars On the earth and on the moon In the closet, in your room In the flop houses, the think tanks and the farms To the salesman forever trying to sell To the faithful daughter walking to the well CHORUS Oh, pray where you are Pray where you are In the fields and in the factories There's no limits, rules or boundaries At work or school or driving in your car Pray where you are In the strip joints, in the church On a desperate lost child search On the airplanes and the backroads and the rails On the blacktops, on the beach Down a sewer and up a creek In the penthouses, the gulags and the jails To the criminal with no one left to con To the movie star whose day has come and gone CHORUS To the junky with his back against the wall To the lawman as he breaks another law In the desert, off the shore In peacetime and in war In the pentagon, the court rooms and the malls In the tents and in the caves At the truckstops, by the graves In our hopes and fears and struggles great and small To the corner bum that no one seems to hear To the president who prays for four more years Pray where you are. . .
4.
(Music by Gene Eugene, Lyrics by Terry Taylor) In the morning they'll hang me For a crime I ain't done I confess I'm a sinner But I've never killed no one Lord be with my children And dear Sarah my wife Comfort their sorrows Oh, I've loved them more than life I've read the good book Found comfort and peace I'll not fear - even though death is near Still I would do anything I would give anything To go back home Home sweet home I'm a ghost in a daydream Unfettered and free Pass right through these fences My sweet Sarah runs to me Worked hard for a living Was honest but poor Paid my debts - and I have few regrets Still I would give anything I would do anything To see my home Home sweet home Home sweet home Home sweet home I pray for the fathers The husbands and friends False accused Whose last requests were refused They cry: I would do anything I would give anything To see my home Home sweet home
5.
(Terry Taylor) Well, the worst that I could get there Was the lead in my gut But the worst that you can give me Is this lead in my cup I might be all washed up But I'm a pretty good man Sure, I'm hard as a nail But I will sell you the blood on my hands I'm looking at you (Tell me what do you see) I'm looking at you (And I won't go away) In the light of the star spangled evening In the name of the red white and blue My Daddy said "A man has Got to fight to be free" Tucked his slogans in the bed There with my brothers and me He'd be prouder now If I had never come home I wear the shoes and the clothes And the crown of the soldier unknown I'm looking at you. . . You say give me a break I say show me you're broken My lame and legless comrades have spoken Say jump in a lake I say you got to be jokin' Where I come from the lake is smokin' I will labor for your wages For the cash of the realm I will tell you all my stories You can write em down But you can save your tears For the names on the wall I'm a living reminder that Pride comes before a fall I'm looking at you. . .
6.
Breathe Deep 04:54
(Music and lyrics by Terry Taylor) Politicians, morticians, Philistines, homophobes Skinheads, Dead heads, tax evaders, street kids Alcoholics, workaholics, wise guys, dim wits Blue collars, white collars, war mongers, peace nicks Chorus Breathe deep Breathe deep the Breath of God Breathe deep Breathe deep the Breath of God Suicidal's, rock idols, shut-ins, drop outs Friendless, homeless, penniless and depressed Presidents, residents, foreigners and aliens Dissidents, feminists, xenophobes and chauvinists Chorus Evolutionists, creationists, perverts, slum lords Dead-beats, athletes, Protestants and Catholics Housewives, neophytes, pro-choice, pro-life Misogynists, monogamists, philanthropists, blacks and whites Chorus Police, obese, lawyers, and government Sex offenders, tax collectors, war vets, rejects Atheists, Scientists, racists, sadists Biographers, photographers, artists, pornographers Chorus Gays and lesbians, demagogues and thespians The disabled, preachers, doctors and teachers Meat eaters, wife beaters, judges and jurys Long hair, no hair, everybody everywhere! Chorus
7.
(Terry Taylor) Twinkie's were a defense For a murder binge The killer had a high sugar count But now he's on the mend He sold his soul to the hostess She turned his brain to mush The lawyer said "sure, he Killed 'em judge. It was just A sugar rush!" Fat on the bacon Wool on the lamb Flies in the ointment Murder in the ham Hardened hearts and arteries Salt block in the Spam Lord save us all from this Bad Indigestion Well, would we do the things we do If there weren't poison in our blood Would we hurt our fellow man While consuming all this crud Break our vows Go to war Put mankind to shame If a chemical imbalance Weren't coursing through our veins Fat on the bacon Wool on the lamb Butter on the biscuits Grease in the pan Dyes in the candy Tubas in the band Lord save us all from this bad indigestion The god of our benefits is The great horn O' plenty (Cornucopia) Moves it's great vegetable hand Puts a little fruit in all of our baskets Helps us function better in the can Montezuma's revenge has Got us on the run Double meat velveeta cheese Between two hot cross buns Take seltzer and a prune Pepto Bismal and a Tum And look into the crap we eat You'll find a smoking gun
8.
(Terry Taylor) Some say there's ghosts in the hills And they're black as the coal And voices they scream in the night From the deep dark below There was poor Ivy and Scratch And friends too many to name Who were caught in a thundering landslide And there they'll remain And I cry "Daddy, oh Dad please don't go" But he won't be coming home no And mother, dear mom don't you know I'm feeling so old and alone 'Cause I'm the son next in line For the black lung dyin' And just a few come back From the Rocky Mountain mines We're much too poor to escape The weight of the earth In tunnels and dust and fear We will measure our worth Here's our bones for the soil Our blood for the land Our souls for sweet Jesus Our bodies be damned And I cry. . . Well sometimes I wonder Where my Daddy's gone But I know he's gone to the wilderness And he ain't comin' home Then sometimes I get to wondering When it'll be my turn to lie down In that cold dark place, Lord Down under the ground (Traditional) It's said the mark of Cain Is on the miners head And it don't wash with lye soap 'Til he's good and he's dead I saw my Daddy wave From the top of the hill He said "Come along, son" I say "Soon I will"
9.
(Terry Taylor) Close but no cigar I nearly won her heart I got so close but then my whole world Fell apart I thought we were in love We came so far Now she's with someone else not me Close but no cigar Last night I kissed her lips Just like before But it was in her eyes She wanted something more I never said the words I love you Almost had it all But I dropped the ball And she walked right out the door Close but no cigar I nearly won her heart I got so close but then my whole world Fell apart I thought we were in love We came so far Now she's with someone else not me Close but no cigar I had to live without What might have been He made his play Now she's with him I'll bet he tells her that he loves her Well heaven knows That I came this close But I won't have that chance again Close but no cigar.....
10.
(Music and lyrics by Lost Dogs) Why is the Devil red? Why ain't the Devil blue? Why is the Devil red? Why is the Devil you? You give the Devil a pitchfork You give the Devil horns You give the Devil sulfur You give the Devil corns Does he look like Robert DiNiro With big long fingernails? Does he make you dance like Charo? Or sing like Jerry Vale? Who's that lookin' like an angel of light? Who's that dressed in a gown of white? Who's that saying everything's all right? Who's that grinning in the dead of night? Why is the Devil red? Why is the Devil red? You give the Devil hot breath You put him on a tower You give the Devil about 15 toes You give him his Devil power Who's that lookin' like an angel of light? Who's that dressed in a gown of white? Who's that saying everything's all right? Who's that grinning in the dead of night? Who's that lookin' like an angel of light? Who's that dressed in a gown of white? Who's that saying everything's all right? Who's that grinning in the dead of night? Why is the Devil red?
11.
(Terry Taylor) It's all breaking down Crushed into the ground But I will love you forever It's falling apart Hopeless and dark But we're gonna see it Through together Caught in a landslide Earthquakes and high tides It's gonna be a rough ride But I'll stay by your side By grace we remain With hands in the flame But I will love you forever Times may be hard We're crippled and scarred But we're gonna see it through together (we're gonna see it through) Dreams of a lifetime Way past the deadline We're pushing up an incline But I believe we'll be just fine No money to spend (hard times are comin' again) No ship comin' in (We're here through the thick and the thin) But we're gonna see it through together Caught in a landslide Earthquakes and high tides It's gonna be a rough ride But I'll stay by your side It's all breaking down (Times might be getting too hard) Crushed into the ground (Maybe we're crippled and scarred But I will love you forever No money to spend No ship coming in But we're gonna see it Through together
12.
Jimmy 03:17
(Gene Eugene) Long time, no see I know it's been a while I'm glad you're doing O.K. You know me, anyway I've been somewhere I've been everywhere I've been nowhere And you've been on the road You with your heavy load Crazy Eights, Go Fish I made a pond, remember that? You asked if I was happy I wondered "Were you sad?" Long time no see I know it's been awhile You sound like you're Doing well Jimmy I can tell Nurses aides and magazines It's late, it's time to go How glad I was to hear that day They sent you home Now I'm tied up And I'm busy I'm busy But I'll come over soon We'll get some Chinese food I'd like that wouldn't you?
13.
(Leonard Cohen) If it be Your will That I speak no more Let my voice be still As it was before I will speak no more I will abide until I am spoken for If it be Your will If it be your will That a voice be true From this broken hill I will sing to you From this broken hill All Your praises they will sing If it be Your will To let me sing If it be Your will If there is a choice Let the rivers fill Let the hills rejoice Let your mercy spill On all these burning heats in hell If it be Your will To make us well And draw us near And bind us tight All your children here In rags of light In our rags of light All dressed to kill And end this night If it be Your will If it be Your will ©1984 by Leonard Cohen Stranger Music, Inc. (BMI)
14.
(Words and Music by Brian Wilson) On and on she go dum bay do da On and on she go dum be do On and on she go dum bay do da On and on she go dum be do On and on she go dum bay do da On and on she go dum be do (Good) On and on you go dum bay do da On and on you go dum be do On and on you go dum bay do da On and on you go dum be do With me, tonight I know you're with me tonight You're with me, tonight I know you're with me tonight For sure you're with me, tonight I'm sure you're with me tonight On and on you go dum bay do da On and on you go dum be do With me, tonight I know you're with me tonight With me, tonight I know you're with me tonight For sure you're with me, tonight I know you're with me tonight On and on you go dum bay do da On and on you go dum be do On and on you go dum bay do da On and on you go dum be do With me, tonight I know On and on she go dum bay do da Onnnnnn On and on she go dum bay do da Onnnnn © Irving Music, Inc. BMI
15.
(A Bob Dylan song, arranged by The Lost Dogs) For his age, he is wise He's got his mother's eyes There's gladness in his heart He's young and he's wild My only prayer is, if I can't be there, Lord, protect my child As his youth now unfolds He is centuries old Seein' him at play makes me smile No matter what happens to me No matter what my destiny Lord, protect my child Protect my child Protect my child When the world is asleep You can look at him and weep Few things you find are worthwhile Though I don't ask for much No material things to touch Lord, protect my child He's young and on fire Full of hope and desire In a world that's been raped, raped and defiled And if I fall along the way And can't see another day Lord, protect my child Protect my child Protect my child There'll be a time I hear tell When all will be well Well God and man have been reconciled But until men lose their chains And the righteousness reigns Lord, protect my child

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Recorded May 10, 1996 @ Murray Hill Theatre / Jacksonville, FL by Masaki Liu

Tracks 14 & 15 Recorded & Mixed Spring 2002 @ Neverland / Nashville, TN by Derri Daugherty

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released March 13, 2012

Gene Eugene - Vocal/Guitar
Derri Daugherty - Vocal/Guitar
Terry Taylor - Vocal/Guitar
Michael Roe - Vocal/Guitar
Bruce Spencer - Drums
Sam Hernandez - Bass

Produced by Michael Roe

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