The Spin Doctors is a rock group from New York, USA, best known for its 1992 hits, "Two Princes" and "Little Miss Can't Be Wrong", which charted at #7 & #17 on the pop chart, respectively. The album that included those songs, 'Pocket Full of Kryptonite', sold poorly until MTV and radio began playing those singles. The album eventually went gold, receiving another boost in sales after the band appeared on Saturday Night Live in October 1992, and it ultimately sold five million copies in the U.
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Laraby's Gang by Spin Doctors
Intro: G C X 4
GB Stoop's so fine on a summer's eve Am when you sit outside for a short reprieve C Talk to folks as they come and leave GCGC Jono, Jay, and Crazy Steve.
GB Night is down but it's bright as day Am You haven't been around since you went away C Feels so good so that's what you say GCGC Folks say hi, but you say, "Hey."
C Well, that old mad dog, he's barking for the blues bone G Orpheus got a black book and a telephone D/F# Plays that lyre 'cause he doesn't want to be alone; CCm One look back....
Buy a beer, find a place to stand Have a couple laughs and hear the band Smoke a couple of your favorite brand Wake up with a stamp on the back of your hand.
EmCBAm Don't blame me, it's all been Laraby's gang, now, now. EmCB Am Don't blame me for the song that the Nightingale sang, now, now. Em Don't blame me 'bout the vanishing waif, CBAm Don't blame me if your safe ain't safe, now, now.
Guitar Solo: GCGCGCGC
Sun comes up, you're still awake. There's the sky, still as a lake. Not even that can drown the ache, Looks so high, it must be fake.