The Lost Dogs

The Lost Dogs

 Nashville, Tennessee, USA
BandAmericanaRock

THE LOST DOGS (Michael Roe, Terry Scott Taylor, Derri Daugherty, Steve Hindalong) are best known for their beautiful harmonies, guitar expertise, and easy, down-to-earth, crowd-pleasing banter. Possessing a musical skill and style reminiscent of the traditional American roots songs of Oh Brother Where Art Thou, together with a distinctive narrative delivery that can only be described as Lake Woebegone Day meets Hank William meets Jim Carey, over the years each “Dog” has also produced various sol

Biography

The Lost Dogs have stood the test of time and are counted among the best musicians in the business.

For many years music insiders and critics, along with a steadily growing number of fans all over the world, have recognized The Lost Dogs as individually brilliant singer/songwriters and storytellers in their own right. Included among the many stylistically diverse projects written and performed by an individual Dog is everything from CBS and Nickelodeon cartoon themes to award winning music created for Steven Spielberg and Dream Works’ very first interactive video game. The guys have also worked with Americana artists Buddy Miller, Emmylou Harris and Mary Gothier.

A Lost Dogs performance is at once keenly observational, charmingly eccentric, funny, poignant, and profoundly moving. For years, the Dogs have quietly dazzled the folk/country underground with their unique talents.

Each year brings them more recognition and critical acclaim, and they have most recently been invited to share the bill with George Jones, Dierks Bentley, Delbert McClinton and Weird Al.

Their latest release entitled Old Angel, is being heralded as their best recording to date.

Experiencing The Lost Dogs live and in person is a memorable experience for one and all.

Lyrics

A Certain Love

Written By: Terry Scott Taylor

I took a drink of a long dark night,
then drunk on doubt I cursed the light
But there's a certain love that I seem to recall,
here when I rise, here when I fall.

I had a dream but it fell apart,
a trusted friend who broke my heart.
But there's a certain love that I seem to recall,
here when I rise, here when I fall.

Dressed in rags and riches, it dances over fallen bridges
Along the gutters and down the ditches,
across valleys and mountain ridges
Certain love

I built a house but the ground was sand,
the rains came down and it could not stand
But there's a certain love when you've lost it all,
here when we rise, here when we fall

It's a certain love that I seem to recall,
here when I rise, here when we fall

Three Legged Dog

Written By: Terry Scott Taylor

He's still got a good bark and his bite ain't soft.
Yeah, he's still got heart and a line you don't cross
He's a cranky old fart who can show you who's boss.
He's got a few miles left, knock on wood
He's a three legged dog but he's still pretty good

He can't see that well,
he's got the mange and a tick and waggin' his tail is his one good trick
His breath is kinda stale when he gives you a lick,
he's got a few miles left,
knock on wood
He's a three legged dog,
but he's still pretty good

Three legged dog
(loves to howl at the midnight train)
Three legged dog
(roll in the mud when we've had a good rain)
Three legged dog
(long as he's movin' and he ain't in pain)
I'm gonna hang on to my three legged dog

I see him when he's sleepin' twitch his three good legs,
I can tell he's dreamin' 'bout his huntin' days
For the time bein' guess he's doin' okay,
He's got a few miles left, knock on wood
He's a three legged dog, and he's still pretty good

Three legged dog
("three legs" is my hound dog's name)
Three legged dog
(when I bought him, that's how he came)
Three legged dog
(as long as he's movin' and he ain't in pain)
I'm gonna hang on to my three legged dog

Cry Out Loud

Written By: Mike Roe & Derri Daugherty

When the well runs dry and the wind blows cold
And the fire burns out deep inside your hole
You can't roll with it
Rock your soul alone
Don't look down, look back, look out
You gotta look up baby
Won't you scream and shout

When the weeds rise up and the garden don't grow
And the mailman leaves such a heavy load
You can't roll on
Roll on down the road
Don't look in, look here, look there
You gotta look up baby
Let down your hair

Roll on down the road
Roll on down the road

When the good Lord's willin but the creek dun' rise
And the water rolls up way past your thighs
You can't flow with it
Row that boat alone
Dont' look over your shoulder now
You better look up baby
Won't you cry out loud?

Cry cry
Cry out loud
Cry cry
Cry out loud

Crushing Hand

Written By: Terry Scott Taylor

Thy will move me
Thy will use me
You lay Your crushing hand
Your mighty hand
On me gently

You know my name
Wound me
You know my frame
Heal me
You lay Your crushing hand
Your mighty hand
On me gently

Do what You must and save me
I'm in the dust now raise me
Lord I believe
Help my unbelief
Go gently

Holy God break me
Holy Lord take me
Lay your crushing hand
Your mighty hand
On me gently
Your crushing hand
Your mighty hand
On me gently

Get Me Ready

Written By: Terry Scott Taylor

Get me ready for the empty pocket
Get me ready for the money
The dirty bomb and the nuclear rocket
Get me ready for milk and honey

Get me ready for the Tribulation
Get me ready for the Rapture
For whatever evil situation
and whatever good comes after

Get me ready for it
Get me ready for it
Get me ready for it

Get me ready for hate and love
For a devil or an angel
For the vulture or the holy dove
For the banquet or the empty table

For long life or early grave
For the cross or for the bliss
To be a free man or a shackled slave
For helping hands or the Judas kiss

Get me ready for it....

Get me ready for the signs and wonders
For the absence and the silence
For the sunshine or the rain and thunder
The age of peace or the times of violence

For doubt and faith, for fear and hope
For the curses and the blessings
Smooth sailing or the sinking boat
For the trials and the testings

Get me ready for the broken hearted
the down trodden, deaf, blind, dumb and lame
the growing numbers of friends departed
for those who love you
or those who curse your name

Lord, get me ready to see your face
or get me ready to face you
For your justice, love and infinite grace
Get me ready (for it)
Get me ready (for it)
Get me ready to embrace you

That's Where Jesus Is

Written By: Terry Scott Taylor

He’s not sittin’ up in the White House
Not subject to your big debate
Keeps His hands completely off Wall Street
Don’t own stocks, bonds or Real Estate
He ain’t up droppin’ bombs on people
Or workin’ on a college degree
He tunes out all them radio blowhards
Can’t stand the networks and religious TV

Chorus:
That’s Jesus in the homeless faces
With the junkies in their livin’ hell
That’s Jesus with the drunks and in
The lonely places
The rest homes and prison cells
That’s where Jesus is
That’s where Jesus is

He don’t hug trees or kill ‘em
Or drive a particular car
Won’t help you write a big hit song
Don’t care how good lookin’ you are
And Jesus won’t be voting
He’s not your party crashin’ dog in this fight
Not a fan rootin’ for your home team
Don’t insure that your future is bright

Chorus:
That’s Jesus in the homeless faces
With the junkies in their livin’ hell
That’s Jesus with the drunks and in
The lonely places
The rest homes and prison cells
That’s where Jesus is
Where we ought to be
Here’s where Jesus works
Inside you and me
With the folks with AIDS
And the suffering kids
That’s where Jesus hangs
That’s where Jesus is/lives

On the corner ‘round the prostitutes
Is where He’ll probably show
He gets invited to church sometimes
And sometimes He don’t go
Don’t care nuthin’ about your status
What you can or you can’t afford
Don’t care if you’re voted best actor
Not impressed with your big award

He’s not in the five star restaurant
Eating a six course meal
He’s not over on some golf course
Discussing the oil deal

He wants our voice (That’s where Jesus is)
That’s how He talks (That’s where Jesus is)
He wants our feet (Thats where Jesus is)
That’s how He walks (That’s where Jesus is)
And He wants our faith (That’s where Jesus is)
But there’s never enough
He wants our hearts (That’s where Jesus is)
That’s how He Loves

Chorus:
That’s Jesus in the homeless faces
With the junkies in their livin’ hell
It's Jesus in the tenement spaces
The lonely places
The rest homes and prison cells

That’s where Jesus is
That’s where Jesus is
That’s where Jesus is

This Business Is Going Down

Written By: Terry Scott Taylor

You've been screamin' again that I don't do enough
for success to be assured
Hey, I could hire a midget with a sandwich board
to pass out my brochure
or a has-been actor with a bullhorn and cape
to help get out the word
I could save my nickels in a mason jar
or polish me up a turd

Chorus:
This business is goin' down
Your love depends on the money
Now that business is in the ground
guess so are we, honey

Well you nagged me into getting that loan from your daddy
who calls me "that damn ne'er-do-well"
Bet he'd love to see his little angel come home
while getting off watching me in hell
I've tried free baloons, a mechanical ape
and markin' everything half off
While you're home at your job of watchin' T.V. shows
it's quite a thrill here bein' my own boss

Chorus:
Rich or poor, 'till death comes callin'
before God and man a vow
but since you see me as a dead man walkin'
guess that don't hold any water now
that business is goin' down

Well, I sure do wish we had a couple of kids
Now wouldn't that be cool?
You'd show Suzy how to run her future old man down,
I'd teach Bobby how to drop out of school
You'd instruct her in the art of gourmet cookin' --
fine meals from the microwave
Like me, my son will be an entrepreneur
and retire to an early grave

Chorus:
This business is goin' down
What a couple of dummies!
A cold fish and a circus clown
Oh Lord, aren't we funny?
This business is goin' down
Your love depends on the money
Now that business is in the ground
guess so are we, honey
Now that business is in the ground
guess so are we, honey

Eleanor, It's Raining Now

Written By: Terry Scott Taylor

Long time ago
You left a track of flame
Across my floor
Long time ago
The form of God was knocking
At our door

And in the sky
Fire
Eleanor, It's raining now
We walked a thin wire
And Eleanor, it's raining. . .

Long time ago
We wrapped another ring
Around the moon
Long time ago
We named the world and
Watched it break in two

And in the sky. . .

In the folds of the dress
On the chair
I can see your face
I am the cross and the nail you bear
You are my curse and my Saving grace

Long time ago
God whispered words and names
We can't recall
Long time ago
We hid our shame outside
The Garden wall

And in the sky. . .
And it's a cruel winter
Eleanor, it's raining now
On the last sinner
Eleanor, it's raining now

Bullet Train

Written By: Terry Scott Taylor

He gave the people hope and purpose
Built a place called Camelot
And we were the wide-eyed innocents
Until somebody had him shot

Now he's long gone
Too long gone
You know his name
Now he's riding on the bullet train

"I have a dream", said the black man
When we'll not study war no more
Equality, he said, for every man here
Then they shot him on the second floor

Now he's been long gone
Too long gone
You know his name
Now he's riding on the bullet train

He bought her a gun for protection
She kept it on a closet shelf
Their little child found it one fateful day
No, he never meant to kill himself

Now he's been long gone
Too long gone
It's a crying shame
Now he's riding on the bullet train
Riding on the bullet train
Riding on the bullet train
Riding on the bullet train

Say a prayer for the dearly departed
Who left this old world all too soon
There's a lot of poor souls on the bullet train
But Lord knows they got more room

Riding on the bullet train
Riding on the bullet train
Riding on the bullet train

Think of all the innocent bystanders
Killed by the gang war strays
Think of the mothers and the baby
Now throw the bloody guns away

Long gone
Too long gone
And we're all to blame
We gotta stop the bullet train

Riding on the bullet train

Breathe Deep

Written By: Terry Scott 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

Suicidals, 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 thesbians
The disabled, preachers, doctors and teachers
Meat eaters, wife beaters, judges and jurys
Long hair, no hair, everybody everywhere!

Chorus

Discography

It Came From the Basement DVD (2011 Lo-Fidelity Records)

Old Angel (2010 Fools of the World)

We Like to Have Christmas (2007 Fools of the World)

The Lost Cabin and the Mystery Trees (2006 Fools of the World)

Island Dreams (2005 Fools of the World)

MUTT (2004 Fools of the World / Lo-Fidelity Records)

Via Chicago DVD (2003 Lo-Fidelity Records)

Nazarene Crying Towel (2003 BEC Recordings)

Green Room Serenade Part Tour (2002 Lo-Fidelity Records)

Various Making God Smile: A Tribute to the Songs of Beach Boy Brian Wilson (2 CD version only) (2002 Silent Planet Records) With Me Tonight

Real Men Cry (2001 BEC Recordings)

Various Live from the Acoustic Stage (2001 Silent Planet Records) A Certain Love (Live from Cornerstone 2001)

Gift Horse (1999 BEC Recordings)

The Best of the Lost Dogs (1999 KMG Records)

Various Happy Christmas Vol 2 (1999 BEC Recordings)
The Chipmunk's Song

Various Surfonic Water Revival (1998 KMG Records)
The Net

Green Room Serenade Vol 1 (1996 BAI)

Pray Where You Are (Single) (1994 BAI)

Little Red Riding Hood (1993 BAI)

Scenic Routes (1992 BAI)