WELCOME TO THE CLUB 1977 - TEXAS RAIN / TEXAS WATER

James Michael Taylor

I wrote this after Brook drowned.

WELCOME TO THE CLUB

Well, you say that you’re lonely. I see that you are.
Why do you think I’m standing here at the bar
Where have you been? Life ain’t no play pen
Call it a bar. Call it a pub. Welcome to the club

You lost a brother. I lost a child
Everybody else’s pain must be mild
I say, “That’s naive.”
Oh, 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
Well, 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 people that they thinking of
Sounds like trouble. Don’t sound like love
I got the shaft. You got the snub
Welcome to the club

I lost a brother. You lost a wife
Well, we’re still alive so it’s on with the life
Tomorrow may come.
Take a holt to someone else
You call it push. I call it shove
Welcome to the club

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

This is Ra Byn’s production. Played the lead guitar, bass, keys and drums.
He was 19 at the time.

(c) 1990 Royal T Music

The day after Brook drowned, I went to town to tell my friend, Charles, at the bank and my friends at the feed store. The lady at the feed store told me she had lost a son, thus the title.