THE DOORIGHT FAMILY
Lyrics: Ray Stevens
Performed by Ray Stevens
>From the album "Collector's Edition"
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... ãHowdy neighbors!ä
Sister Doris and sister Dewdrop... ãPraise gloryä
Oh, bless your hearts girls
ãBless your heart too Daddyä
ãBless your heart Daddyä
ãBless your heart Virgilä
ãBless your heart Mamaä
ãBless your heart Dorisä
ãBless your heart Dewdropä
ãBless your heart Virgilä
ãBless your heart Thurmanä
ãBless your heart Mamaä
ãGood night John Boyä
ãBless your heart President Eisenhower and all the boys overseasä
All right, hold it! That's enough heart blessin'!
Here's brother Virgil... ãLordy, lordy, lordy, lordy, lordy, Oh lordyä
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
ãHallelujah, friends never give in to that sin and temptation lurkin' in
the shadows but constantly strive toward that burnin' beacon on the
distant horizon" (sobs)
Hallelujah!... Mama, Okay now, that's enough Punch Mama, Virgil.
(punch)
ãNow play the pianer Mamaä
Well, one afternoon at an all night sing
They were makin' them rafters ring
Had that audience clappin' on one and three, 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
ãLord!, uh-huh, I just wanna say a few words uh-huh, Îbout them
discotheques, uh-huh, peopleâs in there drinkin', uh-huh peopleâs in
there smokin', uh-huh peopleâs in there dancin', uh-huh, where they just
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?ä
ãI'm goin' to one o' them discothequesä
ãYou come back here Virgil!ä
ãNever give in to that sin and temptation lurkin' in the shadows...ä
ãOkay, Mama...ä
ãBut constantly strive towards that burnin' beacon on the distant
horizon (sobs)ä
ãOkay that's enough. Punch Mama, Virgil.ä
(punch)
ãNow play the pianer Mamaä
Well the tears were streamin' down every face
There wasn't a dry eye in the place
One woman had her eyes rolled back and she was speaking in tongues
Yeah, even the Doorights were moved by the sermon
And Daddy reached out and he 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.....
ãGo for another octave Virgil!ä
(BOOM)
ãWhat was that?!ä
ãOh Lordy..Virgil's done gone so low, He's exploded! Right here on
stage, friends!ä
ãHallelujah!ä
Play the pianer Mama!
Friends, 'til we meet again, keep them cards and letters a comin'
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 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!!!
