a little bit.
This is a song by Ian Tyson.
And I know everybody's kind of nervous, you know, since we just
got here and sat down, everybody sort of going, what's going on here?
This is called Friends of Mine.
It's a nice little quiet song.
[...]
These friends of mine, we had some good times together.
Days of sunshine, days of rain,
the many jobs, the many towns we worked in.
Cared of we saw the same towns again.
Then one day we were as young as before,
and our mistakes weren't quite so easy
to undo.
But all my friends, all of these roads,
we traveled down.
I'm a better man for just the knowing of you.
These friends of mine, they never cared about tomorrow.
It was too early in the game,
they'd stay a while until the day they'd get to
wondering if the far side of the hill
looked the same.
Then they'd settle down somewhere along the way,
and somewhere wrong is something weird.
But all my friends, all of these roads, we traveled down.
I'm a better man for just the knowing of you.
I'm a better man for just the knowing of
you.
Thank you very much. Thank you.
Thank you.
Well, I'm from Vermont.
That's up north of ways in New York.
About six years ago, I came back to Vermont.
I was living out in Southern California.
On the way back in the car, I didn't have much to do.
I was just sitting around watching the cactuses and things go by.
I started doodling with a pencil, and I came up with a song.
And this is it.
It's called Green Mountain Boy.
If you know the words, I know it's kind of early to start singing along.
Everybody's still a little tight, not quite loosened up yet.
Oh, I don't know.
Maybe not. You all have been in there at the hard cider and the bar in there.
I might be mistaken. Maybe I'm the one that needs it.
A little liquid refreshment.
I'd like a scotch and soda if you got it.
If you don't, I'll have anything else that you can find.
Anyway, this is called Green Mountain Boy, and I wrote
it, and it's sort of a fun tune.
If you can catch on to the chorus in the middle, it's sing along.
Here we go. One, two, three.
Well, I tried to live amongst the people who were stepping on me.
Seems the only answer is to leave.
Well, I'm going back to the mountains where a man can really breathe.
Seems to me I'm almost coming home again.
I'm just a green mountain boy, just a green mountain boy.
Well, if I should die tomorrow, you can bury me right here, because I'm a
green mountain boy.
Well, if it ain't so easy, it's a real hard game to win.
You've got rules to run your life with by the score.
And every time the crowd me, I just walk right out the door.
Think I heard those mountains calling me again.
I'm just a green mountain boy, just a green
mountain boy.
Well, if I should die tomorrow, you can bury me right here, because I'm a
green mountain boy.
Well, I've got me a piece of land, Lord, all I can pour stones, but the stream
that run beside my house is clear.
Well, there ain't no one for miles around that spot I can hear.
I don't think I'll ever want to leave again.
Just a green mountain boy, just a green
mountain boy.
Well, if I should die tomorrow, you can bury me right here, because I'm a green
mountain boy.
Well, if I should die tomorrow, you can bury me right here, because I'm a
green mountain boy.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Well.
Oh, sure.
Thank you.
I don't stand on ceremony.
This next one is a...
This next one is a song that...
This is another song that I wrote.
Mm-hmm.
Get them all out of the way at the beginning.
No.
This is another song that I wrote.
It's about a young lady.
And she didn't have a name.
She just got blue eyes and a bad reputation.
That's the name of the song.
And it's got a good chorus.
You can all sort of jump in there.
After the first one, you'll know which one it is.
Mm-hmm.
She was just 17, full of herself, and nothing
could hold her down.
A little bit wild, no more than a child, she scandalized the town.
She had high hopes of leaving, and she burned
her bridges down.
She caught a plane, and I felt some pain.
She was New York City bound, and she's got blue
eyes and a bad reputation.
Come on.
My folks said she'd never be no good.
She's got blue eyes and
a bad reputation.
Don't be shy.
She's beaten out.
I always knew she could.
I remember it like yesterday.
She came to me in tears, because she
has a pretty face.
Her mom had these fears.
Well, her daddy didn't like me.
He just sat home drinking beer.
Now since she's gone, they haven't changed all those
spent-in-years.
She's got blue eyes and a bad reputation.
Come on.
My folks said she'd never be no good.
She's got blue eyes and a
bad reputation.
She's beaten [...]
I always knew she could.
Get a little guitar going here.
Well, she called me up just last week.
Said she was coming home.
Asked me if I'd need her at the plane.
I've been kicking it around for a couple of days.
You see, I love her just the same.
And I really don't think I could stand the pain.
Cause she's got blue eyes
and a bad reputation.
My folks said she'd never be no good.
Cause she's got blue eyes and a
bad reputation.
[...]
I always knew she could.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Here's another song that I wrote responsible for this one here.
That's called tuning it.
What's the song?
This is the song.
It's called Show Me the Way Back Home.
Sometimes I get the feeling.
I was born too late to know.
Simple joys and pleasures.
Of a time so long ago.
But the hills are still the same.
And they speak to me in peace.
And I know it's not too late.
Who knows where the song comes from?
I'm still afraid to ask.
Is it from some distant memory?
Some echo of the past.
When my heart is filled with sorrow.
And I'm blinking by the tears.
I think I know.
So show me the way back home.
Let the wind fill all the sails.
Let the old men tell their tales again.
I can hear them now.
It's not a dream.
If you listen you can hear it.
But you must listen very hard.
The sound is growing fainter.
With each minute of your life.
If it goes to you quite clearly there's no choice.
But you must go in search of what I'm saying.
But you'll never know.
So show me the way back home.
Let the wind fill all the sails.
Let the old men tell their tales again.
I can hear them now.
It's not a dream.
[...]
Thank you. Thank you very much.
Thank you.
This is a song I wish I had written myself but I didn't.
Somebody else beat me to it. I
probably would have written it in a couple of years.
But some other guy did it before me.
Some gal told me today she said you're wasting your life away.
With his bat I'll spend my time.
And I never make a dime.
But I lost sleep late in the morning.
I don't like to wear no shoes.
I make a love to the women while I'm living.
Get drunk from bottle of booze.
Well I know this can't go on.
But I should get a bed down.
I get a job and do it right.
I get to bed by each night.
But I don't know sleep late in the morning.
Don't like to wear no shoes.
I make a love to the women while I'm living.
Get drunk from bottle [...]
Well there's a lot that's waiting for me.
Well straight as hell she'd be.
Smiling all the time.
I got my hair combed, my shoes shined, yeah.
But I lost sleep late in the morning.
And I don't like to wear no shoes.
So make a love to the women while I'm living.
Get drunk from bottle.
Some gal told me today she said you're wasting your life away.
But it's bad I spend my time.
And I never make a dime, yeah.
But I love to sleep late in the morning.
I don't like to wear no shoes.
I make a love to the women while I'm living.
Get drunk from bottle of booze.
Thank you.
All right.
Thank you.
Oh my goodness.
Well you're all right you guys, you know.
You're just all right.
Here's a song.
This is a tune written by Otis Redding.
And this is called Sitting on the Dock of the Bay.
And since you're all sitting down you can probably identify with this
song pretty easily.
Okay and also by the way anybody that starts getting sore or anything like that
just raise your hand and we'll take a break.
I know if anybody out there is built like I am you know it gets a little painful
sitting on the floor all this time.
It's pretty soft you know.
Anyway it goes something like this.
Sitting in the morning sun.
I'll be sitting where the evening comes.
Watching the ships roll in.
And I'll watch them roll away.
I'm just sitting on the dock of the bay.
Watching the tide roll away.
Sitting on the dock of the bay.
Just wasting time.
Left my home back in talking.
I head for the fresco bay.
Ain't got nothing to live for.
Looks like nothing gonna come my way.
And I'm just sitting on the dock of the bay.
Watching the tide roll away.
Sitting on the dock of the bay.
Just wasting time.
Looks like nothing gonna change.
Everything still remains the same.
Can't do it ten people tell me to do no.
So I guess I'll remain the same.
I'm just sitting here resting my bones.
And this loneliness won't leave you alone.
Two thousand miles away.
[...] thousand miles that I've run.
Just to make this dock my home.
Yeah baby I'm sitting on the dock of the bay.
Watching the tide roll away.
Sitting on the dock of the bay.
Just wasting my time.
[...]
Well I left my home back in Georgia.
I head for the fresco bay.
Well I ain't got nothing to live for.
Looks like nothing gonna come my way.
Yeah and I'm just sitting on the dock of the bay.
Watching the tide roll away.
Sitting on the dock of the bay.
Just wasting my time.
Do do do do do do do do do [... ] do do do do do do do do do.
Thank you.
This next song is by Chris Christofferson it's an old country, it's a... well
actually it's a new country song since he wrote it just a couple of years ago.
It's called Help Me Make It Through The Night.
This is one of those romantic ballads.
I'm wondering how many of y'all catch on to that one.
[...]
Here we go.
This is the introduction.
Take the ribbon from your hair.
Shake it loose and let it fall.
Lay in the soft against my skin.
Like the shadows on the wall.
Come and lay down by my side.
Till the early morning light.
All I'm taking is your time.
Help me make it through tonight.
I don't care who's right or wrong.
I don't try to understand.
Let the devil take tomorrow.
Lord, tonight I need a friend.
Yesterday is dead and gone.
And tomorrow's outside.
Lord, it's said to be alone.
Help me make it through tonight.
I don't care who's right or wrong.
I don't try to understand.
Let the devil take tomorrow.
Lord, tonight I need a friend.
Yesterday is dead and gone.
And tomorrow's outside.
Lord, it's said to be alone.
Help me make it through tonight.
Thank you.
This next song comes from a guy by the name of. ..
Wrong heart.
This is by...
Spoke Saladain. Who wrote this?
I can't think of it.
Tony Joe White wrote this. Thank you.
This is about a young lady.
About a young lady that's fallen on a hard time.
She lives with her father and a couple of brothers.
They're not worth much.
They're sort of no count people.
She lives down in the bayou.
And the song goes somewhere like this.
I've got to get into it just a bit.
I'm down in a movie.
Well, the alligators do so well.
That little girl long to swear to the well.
She think the alligators are tame.
[...]
The gators got your granny.
Well, now everybody's self-exhiled.
The shame goes your mama now she's working on the chain gang.
Every night alone about the suppertime.
She go down by the river side.
She chop a mess of books out.
She carry it home in a tote sack.
[...]
The gators got your granny.
Well, now everybody's self-exhiled.
The shame goes your mama now she's working on the chain gang.
Yeah, yeah.
Sweeten it up now.
Well, her dad wasn't even no count.
He claimed he had her bad back.
Brothers were good for nothing except for stealing watermelons
out of my truck patch.
Spoke Saladain.
The gators got your granny.
Well, now everybody's self[...]
[...] mama now she's working on the chain gang.
Yeah, yeah.
Oh.
Down in Louisiana.
Well, they alligators grow so mean.
They're the girl on the smell to the well.
So get there alligators with taint.
[...]
The gators got your granny.
Well, now everybody's self-exhiled.
The shame goes your [...]
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh.
Ooh.
[...]
Brad, thank you.
Thank you very much.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you.
Well, I appreciate that.
That's Tony Joel really did himself a good song.
I've been playing around quite a bit.
I've been playing this song for a long time and I should know it by now.
Pa's been asking me to sing this song for a couple of days and then
finally I'm going to get around to doing it.
This is by Elizabeth Cotton.
It's a finger picking tune.
It's called Freight Train.
And we'll see if I can do it just as good.
It'll sort of work up into these things.
You use the phrase of Doc Watson, you say, I'm going to
try and pick this song for you.
Well, if you know anything about Doc Watson, you know that he can pick that song.
He's just telling you that because he creates a little suspense.
Do you think he can pick it? I don't know.
But if you know Doc Watson, you know he can pick it.
Well, I'm going to try and pick it.
And it goes something like this called Freight Train.
It's by Elizabeth Cotton. She wrote this song when she was 15.
15 years old. I can't believe it.
I mean, I can believe it, but it's an amazing feat.
Amazing feat.
One, two, three.
That's a long count.
How do I spell it?
Yeah, one, two, three, four, five, six.
Freight Train, Freight Train, going so fast.
Things don't tell what train I'm on today.
Oh, I know where I've gone.
Freight Train, Freight Train, coming round the bend.
Freight Train, Freight Train, going again.
One of these days, turn that train around, going back to my hometown, yeah.
One more place I'd like to be.
One more place I'd love to see, well, see those old blue red knifers climb when
I ride old number nine, yeah.
Freight Train, Freight Train, going so fast.
Things don't tell what train I'm on today.
Oh, I know where I've gone, yeah.
When I die, please bear me near, down at the end of the St. Paul Street.
So I can hear old number nine as she goes rolling by, take it on home.
Thank you.
Oh, yeah.
Well, thank you very much.
Boy, I appreciate it.
That's a killer, boy.
Pull your fingernails right off.
See ya.
I'd like to do a song, this is an old Appalachian tune, it's called the Cuckoo.
[...]
little bit [...]
[...] bit of a she's pretty bird wish you wobble she's
flat and she never gets a little till
the first day of July
Well I've gambled in England Lord I've
gambled down in Spain
But I've gambled with five aces Now
I've gambled my last game
Jack of diamonds, Jack of diamonds Lord I know
you of all
Where you rob mine, poor pockets of
silver and gold
I don't want your pattern darling I don't want
your watching chain
What I want is my freedom to roam
these hills again
Well I'm going up on the mountain Gonna build
these still
And I'll make you some good whiskey for a
two dollar bill
Oh the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird Well she
wobbles as she flies
And she never gets lonesome Till the first
day of July
Jack of diamonds, Jack of diamonds Lord I know
you of all
Where you rob mine, poor pockets of
silver and gold
[...] she's a pretty bird
Thank you very much Can everybody
readjust themselves now?
Let's see
Here's a song, this is by Jesse Fuller
Jesse Fuller was a one man band, he had all sorts of weird
attachments that he used to put on himself
He had one of those things with cymbals and
he had a thing that he played with his feet
And a guitar and a harmonica rack and all that stuff
I've only got a guitar and I'm
not even going to attempt to play harmonica on this
It's got too many words to it, you know, you've got to sing them and you can't do
it at the same time Anyway
This gold, I got the blues for my baby down by the sem, it's just go be
You know how it is when your girlfriend goes away and leads all by herself
It's really sad
Anyway, this is sort of a bittersweet song about that
She's gone, I'm glad
Oh boy, having a good time sitting around San Francisco all by myself
Oh, happy day
Anyway, you've got to sort of approach it from that, that's the way I approach it
From that point of, you know, that particular train of thought
Or something like this, goes exactly like this
Anyway, get the phone
I got the blues for my baby down by the sem, it's just [...]
Lord, I know Shannon took her far away
Well, didn't mean to treat her bad since she was the best girl I ever had
Said goodbye Lord, she made me cry
Well, she made me want to lay down my head and die
Well, I ain't got a ticket, ain't got a lousy dime
Lord, she don't come back, I think I'm gonna lose my mind
If she ever come back to stay, Lord, it's gonna be another brand new day
Well, I'm walking with my baby down by the sem, it's just [...]
Well, I'm sitting out on my back porch
Wonder which way to go
Well, that was the only old girl I was crazy about
She don't like me anymore
Well, I think I'm gonna take a free train
Cause I'm feeling blue
Gonna ride to the end of the line
Thinking only of you, you, you
Well, I ain't got a
Ain't got a lousy dime
Lord, she don't come back, I think I'm gonna lose my mind
If she ever come back to stay
It's gonna be another brand new day
Lord, I'm walking with my baby down by the sem, it's [...]
I'll see if I can get my trombone going here
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Well, you ain't got a lousy dime
[...] you back, she ain't gonna lose my mind.
Oh, is she ever coming back to stay?
It's gonna be another brand new day.
Lord, I don't walk with my baby down by the time this is go, babe.
Well, I take it out.
Meantime, another city, and I'm just about to go insane.
But I thought I heard my little girl, the way she used to call my name, says,
nope, ain't gonna take a freight train.
Girl, I'm feeling blue, Lord, I'm just gonna ride to the end of my
life, thinking only of you.
Well, I ain't got a difference.
Ain't got a lesson.
Ain't got a lesson down.
Lord, she don't come back.
I think I'm gonna lose my poor mind.
If she ever comes back to stay, it's gonna be another brand new day.
Well, now, I'm walking with my baby down by the time this is go, babe.
I'll do anything.
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do,
do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do.
Talk about mistake.
Well, I ain't got a nickel, and I ain't got a lesson down.
Lord, she don't come back.
I think I'm gonna lose my mind.
[...]
Will she ever come back to stay?
Oh, it's gonna be another brand new day.
Oh, she stays away.
Well, I'm walking with my baby down by the time this is go, yes, I
said I'm just driven by a baby.
I'm walking with my baby down by the time this is go, babe.
Thank you.
Appreciate it.
Thank you very much.
Well, well, well, let's see.
You know what we're gonna do now?
We're gonna do a little song that, this is the song that Jim Croci did, and it
was written by Charles Fox and Norman Gimbal, and it's called I've Got a Name,
and it goes to, there's a theme song for a movie called The Last American Hero.
Hi there, muffin.
[...]
Come here.
Come here, I'm a sucker for dogs.
Anyway, she did just not pay any attention to me at all tonight for some reason.
It's called I Got a Name.
Nice tune.
And what I'm gonna do is end this segment of the thing with this one, and then
we'll go in and chow down a little bit, and then we'll come
back and sing some more, and have a good time.
So anyway, thank you for sitting on your face for this long, it's really a long
time, and believe me, I feel for you, sort of.
Never mind, I don't know how I got into that.
Anyway, there goes.
Let the pine trees line and wind and roll.
I've got a name.
Let the singing bird in the croaking toad.
I've got a name.
And I carried it like my daddy did, but I'm living a dream that he kept
here.
I'm moving me down the highway, moving me down the highway, moving me on till I
won't pass me back.
At the north wind whistling down the sky, I've got a song.
Let the woopa-woopa and the babies cry.
I've got a song.
And I carried it with me, and I sing it loud.
If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud.
Moving me down the highway, moving me down the highway, moving me on till I
won't pass me back.
And I'm going to go there free.
At the full I am, and I will always be.
I've got a dream.
They can change their minds, but they can't change me.
I've got a dream.
I know I can share it if you want me to.
If you're going my way, I'll go with you.
Moving me down the highway, moving me down the highway, moving me on till I
won't pass me back.
[...]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Thank you very much.
Be right back.
The dove conceived in love.
The sun's going to shine above.
Here we go.
Come on.
Even though we ain't got money, I'm so in love with you, honey.
Everything will bring a chain of love.
And in the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes and tell me
everything is going to be all right.
Seems as though a month ago I was made of kind.
Well, I never got high.
Lord, I was a sorry guy.
And I was smiling.
I faced the girl who shares my name.
And I'm through the game.
This boy will never be the same.
Even though we ain't got money, I'm so in love with you, honey.
Everything will bring a chain of love.
And in the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes and tell
me everything is going to be all right.
[...] rising as a very good sign.
Strong and kind in a little boy's mind.
I will see a family where their wants was numb
That would just be gone
Love will gonna fly to the sun
Everybody come on
Even though we ain't got money
I'm so in love with you, honey
Everything will bring a chain of love
In the morning when I rise
You bring a tear of joy to my eyes and tell me
Everything is gonna be alright
A lovely girl who holds the world in a paper cup
Oh, come on and drink it up
Love her and she'll bring you love
If you find she'll ease your mind but I take her home
Oh, don't you live alone
Try to earn what lovers owe
Even though we ain't got money
I'm so in love with you, honey
Everything will bring a chain of love
In the morning when I rise
You bring a tear of joy to my eyes and tell me
Everything is gonna be alright
Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Here's a song that I wrote.
This is about a musician.
It could be me, it could be anybody.
But it's called Coming Home to Houston and since I'm leaving going to Houston
tomorrow, tomorrow morning as a matter of fact, I'm gonna jump in my car
and go for it.
This is sort of a poignant tune for myself.
It's called Coming Home to Houston.
I think I said it accidentally.
This is off the album, by the way, and it's also a request.
Last night I had a vision
I saw you facing the crowd
You looked so real to me
I almost called your name out loud
Your eyes were on my face
As I sang those words again
Of that song I'd written just for you
When I'm coming home to Houston
There's nothing I can do
All I really want is just to love you
And I'd keep it all up tomorrow
You'd take me back again
Got my guitar
You're my only other friend
I was leaving the club
And I was feeling alright
But shaking off that headache, Lord,
That was bothering me all night
As I was turning the last corner
And heading out of town
Your face was before me
In the headlights of the van
And I'm coming home to Houston
There's nothing I can do
All I really want is just to love you
And I'd keep it all up tomorrow
You'd take me back again
Got my guitar
You're my only other friend
I stuffed up all some coffee
At the cafe down the road
Where the waitress knows my story
She's heard it all before
When I told her that I loved you
Well, she waned at me and smiled
She asked me just how far
I had to drive tonight
And I'm coming home to Houston
There's nothing I can do
All I really want is just to love you
And I'd keep it all up tomorrow
You'd take me back again
Got my guitar
You're my only other friend
The miles they are like memories
They fly into the past
As I leave this gig behind me
And I'm free at last
Oh, smokey noisy bar rooms
Well, my music must be played
I'll be with you this morning
If the car can take the strain
And I'm coming home to Houston
There's nothing I can do
All I really want is just to love you
And I'd keep it all up tomorrow
Take me back again
Coming home to Houston in the morning
Thank you.
Thank you very much. Thank you.
I'd like to do another song here that I wrote.
This is called The Wheel.
I wrote this song for Waylon Jennings.
And I'll play it for you.
I'll turn it up for you.
This is another song about traveling around.
That's my life.
You gotta write about what you know.
Thank you.
[...] for you.
Thank you.
There's September, drove out of Jacksonville
Left my lady and my kid standing on the hill
Think about them sometimes
Like any normal man will
I'm never going back there
No, no, no, no, Lord, a wheel is a wheel
And a wheel keeps spinning around
A lonesome shadow in the dust as the sun's going down
I came to town as a stranger
Lord, I guess I'm gonna leave the same
You seen my face but you never will remember my name
Lord, I don't know what happens to make a man feel this way
My whole life unfolds like a play on some old stage
But your leading lady is bad luck
The debts that you just can't pay
I guess the best thing sometimes is just to walk away
Lord, a wheel is a wheel and a wheel keeps spinning around
A lonesome shadow in the dust as the sun's going down
I came to town as a stranger
Lord, I guess I'm gonna leave the same
You seen my face but you never will remember my name
[...]
Just like the wheel, my life keeps spinning around
No matter how far I go, I keep covering the same old ground
Life is a road that I travel
Lord, I'm mostly going along
But I guess someday this wheel's gonna find a home
A wheel is a wheel and a wheel keeps spinning around
A lonesome shadow in the dust as the sun's going down
I came to town as a stranger
Lord, I guess I'm gonna leave the same
You seen my face but you never will remember my name
[...]
But I [...]
But I guess someday this wheel is gonna find [...]
Lord, I guess someday this wheel is gonna find a home
Thank you very much
Thank you
Well, let's see, thank you very much
I'd like to do a song, it's by Bob Dylan
And it's called All Along the Watchtower, it's a request
And by about, yeah, about ten people asked me to do this
Take this thing off here
And I'll just get this thing in two years
I just want to get this thing in two years
[...]
There must be some kind of way out of here
Ride the Joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine
Now men dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth
No reason to get excited
Or feel kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
This is not our fate
So let us not talk bossy now
The hour is getting late
All along the watchtower
[...] princess kept the view
While all their women came and went
Their foots sevens too
Outside of the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
[...] the road
When the wind began to howl
[...]
Mm-hmm
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
[...]-la-la
La-la-la
[...]-la-la
There must be some kind of way out of here
Cried the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
Can't get no relief
Businessmen they drink my wine
Plowmen take my risk
None of them along my line
But what any of it is worth
No reason to get excited
Or think they kindly spoke
There are many here among us
I feel that life is but a joke
She and I would bend through that
And this is not our face
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late
All along the watchtower
Princess kept the view
While all their women came and went
They put the sevens too
Outside of the coexistence
Wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
When began howl
[...] end Thank you. Thank you very much.
Thank you.
My goodness. Thank you very much.
My, my, my. That's amazing. That's fun.
I didn't. I didn't. Well, I stretched it out a little bit.
You know, tonight. I don't know. That was almost the first but not quite.
That was the second.
Okay. Let's see. Oh, I know why I was going to do this.
I had a request to do a...
This is something by Jackson Brown.
I'm looking through some photographs
I found inside your drawer
I was taken by some photographs of you
There were one or two I know that you would have liked
[...]
A little more
Though they didn't show your spirit quite as true
You were turning around to see who was behind you
When I took your childish laughter by surprise
And at the moment that my camera happened to find you
There was just a trace of sorrow in your eyes
Now the things that I remember
Seems so distant and so small
Though it hasn't really been that long a time
Things that I would see weren't really happening at all
Although for a while our path did seem to climb
When you see through love's illusions there lies the danger
And your perfect lover looks just like a perfect fool
So you go running off in search of a perfect stranger
And the loneliness spreading out from your life
Like a fountain from a pool
A fountain of sorrow
A fountain of life
You know that huddle sound of your own steps and flies
You've had to hide sometimes
Now you're alright
And it's good to see your smiling face tonight
Now for you and me it may not be that hard to reach our dreams
Though that magic feeling never seems to last
And though the future's there for anyone to change
Still you know it seems it would be easier sometimes to change the past
I'm just one or two years and a couple changes behind you
In my lessons I lost pain and heart aches go
Well if you feel too free you need something to remind you
There's this loneliness spreading out from your life
Like a fountain from a pool
A fountain of sorrow
A fountain of life
You know that huddle sound of your own steps and flies
You've had to hide sometimes
Now you're alright
And it's good to see your smiling face tonight
[...]-oh-oh Thank you.
I haven't done it. You want to hear it? Sure.
Okay. Here's a song that I wrote. This is called She's Yours for the Asking.
It's off the album. It's kind of a little quiet tune. Sort of.
Sort of.
If she really wants to leave me I guess there's nothing
I can say
If she wants to she can leave here in the morning
There's nothing standing in her way If you
want her
She's yours for the asking of No strings
She won't sit that away She's got answers to questions
She ain't even thought of She always knows what to say
I watch a pack of things away now My friends are standing
in my door
Don't be embarrassed by my silence I just couldn't
hold anymore
But if you want her She's yours for
the asking of
No strings She won't sit that away
She's got answers to questions She ain't even thought of
She always knows what to say
My mind is slowly turning over All she thinks
about is her dreams
She wants her life to be so easy Just like
a picture of my disease
But if you want her She's yours
for the asking of
No strings She won't sit that away
She's got answers to questions She ain't even thought of
She always knows what to say
There now she's almost grown
She has no home But she'll find one
Well now she's almost grown
Thank you.
Here's an old Doc Watson tune. This is called Deep River Blues.
I'm going to do this. I was warming up on this earlier.
Play it. Here we go.
Let it rain, let it pour Let it rain on a whole lot more
Cause I got that Deep River blues, yeah
Let that rain drive it on Let that wind sweep along
Cause I got that Deep River blues
My old gal, she's a good old pal Well, she looks like a waterfowl
When I get that Deep River blues, yeah
Well, the fish is in the sea Where they all go out on a spree
When I get that Deep River blues, let's pick it now
Give me back my old boat I'm going to say the fish will float
Cause I got that Deep River blues, yeah
I'm going back to Busser's shows Times are better than I'm told
Cause I got that Deep River blues
Let it rain, let it pour Let it rain on a whole lot more
Cause I got that Deep River blues, yeah
Let that rain drive it on Let that wind sweep along
Cause I got that Deep River blues,
yeah
Thank you
This is what's known as bottleneck guitar
This is actually not a bottleneck, it's a piece of metal
But back in the old days, and even I myself used a bottleneck at one time
This is much more effective and it works better
No, it works better
Yeah, it doesn't cut your fingers, but
This is a Delta blues song, it's by Robert Johnson
It's called Crossroads
I went down to the crossroads
Tried to flag a ride
[...] I went down to the crossroads
Thought I went down to the crossroads
Tried to flag a ride
Ain't nobody stopping from me, Lord, everybody pass me by
But I'm going down to the crossroads
Fell down on my knees
Lord, I'm going down to the crossroads
I fell down on my knees
Pray to the Lord above and long to help [...]
I'm going down to Rosedale
Take my ride up by my side
Lord, I'm going down to Rosedale
Take my ride up by my side
She cheers me fine now, down by the river side
Well, now I'm run, you can run
Till your fins are rotten in the ground
Lord, now I'm run, you can run
Till your fins are rotten in the ground
Lord, I'm standing at the crossroads
I believe I'm sinking down, yeah
[...] down to the crossroads
[...]
Till your fins are rotten in the ground
[...] the ground
I'm going down to the crossroads
Tried to flag a rattle, yeah
I went down to the crossroads
I tried to flag a rattle
Ain't nobody stopping for me
Everybody pass me by
I went down to the crossroads
I fell down on my knees
I went down to the crossroads
I fell down on my knees
I prayed to the Lord above
Lord, won't you help me please
Oh, yeah Yeah
[...]
Yeah Yeah Oh Mmm, yeah
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
This is a song that, as a little kid I used to listen to, my folks had some Josh
White records, and my favorite, favorite song in the whole world was this one,
and it still is one of my favorites, and it's called St. James Infirmary Blues,
good tune, I'll just do it for you.
Josh White was my hero.
I went down to Old Joe's Barroom On
the corner of the square And we're saving the drinks that is
usual And the usual crowd was there
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