WELCOME TO THE CLUB

James Michael Taylor

After Brook drowned.
Ra Byn did everything but rhythm guitar.
He must have been about 12.
Open 9th tuning…

Well, you say that you’re lonely
I see that you are
Tell me, where have you been
Life ain’t no lay pen
Yeah, you call it a bar
You call it a pub
I say, “Welcome to the club.”

Well, you lost a brother. I lost a child
Everybody else’s pain must be mild
I say, “That’s naive. I can’t believe this.”
You call it the pits. I’ll call it the rub.
Welcome to the club

Pain has a way of helping people forget
You know what I mean, so, think about it.
And don’t you forget (Don’t you forget.)
Oh, I’ll take a taxi. You take the sub,
But, meet me at the club.

Well, people in trouble
They like people in love
They the only ones they’re thinking of
Well, it sounds like trouble
Well, it don’t sound like love
Oh, I got the shaft. You got the snub.
Say! Welcome to the pub.

I lost a brother. You lost a wife.
Hey! We’re still alive, so it’ on with the life.”
Tomorrow may come.
Take a holt to someone else
Oh, call it push. I call it shove.
Welcome to the pub.

Time has a way of helping people forget
You know that it’s true so don’t you forget
Yeah, think about it and don’t you forget
Hand me the ticket. You keep the stub
“Welcome to the club.”

(C)1977 Royal T Music