DOORIGHT FAMILY, THE
(Ray Stevens)
Ray Stevens - 1980
I want to tell you a story 'bout the Dooright Family
That soul singin' gospel group from the hills of Tennessee
They travel in a Silver Eagle with eight rooms and a shower
And every Sunday afternoon you can tune 'em in on the "Dooright
Hour"
Oh, yes friends and neighbors, we are the Dooright Family
Broadcastin' over the airwaves from Nashville, Tennessee
Reach over and turn up your radios and we'll bring our music to ya
And pretty soon you'll shout Hallelujah! (Hallelujah!)
Well you got to do right, do right, do right, do right
Do right, do right, do right, do right
Yes, if you do do right, ya know you can't go wrong
Here's brother Thurman
Howdy neighbors!
Sister Doris and sister Dewdrop
Praise glory!
Oh, bless your hearts girls
Bless your heart too, Daddy
Bless your heart, Daddy
Bless your heart, Virgil
Bless your heart, Mama
Bless your heart, Doris
Bless your heart, Dewdrop
Bless your heart, Virgil
Bless your heart, Thurman
Bless your heart, Mama
Good night, John Boy
Bless your heart, Daddy
Bless your heart President Eisenhower and all the boys overseas
All right, hold it! That's enough heart blessin'!
Here's brother Virgil
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Oh Lordy
Atta boy Virgil, and of course friends, I'm Daddy Dooright
No show would be complete, we wouldn't dare delete
She can't be beat, you're in for a treat
She'll sweep you off-a your feet, so hang on to your seat
Prepare to meet and greet our dear sweet Mama
Hallelujah, friends. Never give in to that sin and temptation lurkin' in the
shadows but constantly strive toward that burnin' beacon on the distant horizon.
Hallelujah, Mama
Okay now, that's enough. Punch Mama, Virgil (punch sound)
Now play the pianer, Mama
Well, one afternoon at an all night sing
They were makin' them rafters ring
Had that audience clappin' on one and three, oh, mercy
Wasn't too long 'fore they hit a groove
And then the spirit began to move
Ol' Thurman right over the edge and he began to preach
Lord!, uh-huh, I just wanna say a few words uh-huh, 'bout them
discotheques, uh-huh, peoples in there drinkin', uh-huh peoples in
there smokin', uh-huh, peoples in there dancin', uh-huh, where they git out
there in a big pile, uh-huh, and jus' girate around like a bunch' o wild
heathens, uh-huh, I tell you flock, uh-huh, them
discotheques, uh-huh, ain't nothin' but a regular Sodom and Gomorrah,
uh-huh
Where you goin', Virgil, uh-huh?
I'm goin' to one o' them discotheques
You come back here, Virgil!
Never give in to that sin and temptation lurkin' in the shadows...
Okay, Mama...
But constantly strive towards that burnin' beacon on the distant
horizon...
Okay that's enough. Punch Mama, Virgil (punch sound)
Now play the pianer, Mama
Well the tears were streamin' down ev'ry face
There wasn't a dry eye in the place
One woman had her eyes rolled back and she was speakin' in tongues
Yeah, even the Doorights were moved by the sermon
And Daddy reached out and hugged ol' Thurman
And they all sang the last chorus like it'd never been sung
Well you got to do right, do right, do right, do right
Do right, do right, do right, do right
And we invite you to help us sing our song
Do right, do right, do right, do right
Do right, do right, do right, do right
Yes, if you do do right, you know you can't go wrong
Do right, do right, do right, do right
Do right, do right, do right, do right, do right
Go for another octave, Virgil!
(BOOM)
What was that?
Oh Lordy, Virgil's done gone so low, he's exploded!
Right here on stage, friends!
Hallelujah!
Play the pianer, Mama!
Friends, 'til we meet again, keep them cards and letters comin' in.
And don't forget the autographed songbooks for sale as you leave the
building. It's got pictures of the entire Dooright family standin' in
front of the lavender bus, right there in livin' color!
Lordy Virgil, you cut that out! You know you can't, you can't hit that note,
Virgil!
Friends, don't forget look for the Dooright bus! We'll be comin' through your
town real soon. Virgil! You know you can't sing that
low!...Virgil!!!
(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - April 2009)