Austin City Limits | Margo Price / Molly Tuttle & Golden Highway | Season 49 | Episode 4904
-"Austin City Limits" presents indie country meets psychedelia with Margo Price.
-♪ All I know is every time ♪ ♪ That your lips are parted ♪ ♪ Right behind my back, baby ♪ ♪ That's how rumors get started ♪ -And bluegrass sensation Molly Tuttle and Golden Highway.
♪ Like a broke-down train, like the fire hits rain ♪ ♪ Rackin' my brain 'cause I really, really wanna know ♪ ♪ Where did all the wild things go?
♪ ♪♪ ♪ Where did all the wild things go?
♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Cheers and applause ] -Recorded live from the Moody Theater, it's Austin City Limits.
-Now the restless spirit of country singer-songwriter Margo Price.
-What's up, ACL?
[ Cheers and applause ] [ "Been to the Mountain" plays ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ I got nothing to prove ♪ ♪ I got nothing to sell ♪ ♪ I'm not buying what you've got ♪ ♪ I ain't ringing no bells ♪ ♪ I got a mint in my pocket ♪ ♪ Got a bullet in my teeth ♪ ♪ I'm going straight in the fire ♪ ♪ I'm gonna talk to the high priest ♪ ♪ Used to be a lover, a queen and a drifter ♪ ♪ A cowboy devil, a bride in a box ♪ ♪ A pilgrim and a thief, but it was me underneath ♪ ♪ I just know who I'm not ♪ ♪ And that's alright with me ♪ ♪ Alright ♪ ♪ Alright ♪ ♪ Can't tell me nothing, babe, and that's a fact ♪ ♪ I have been to the mountain and back ♪ ♪ Alright ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Alright ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Well, I wish I was God, but I'm glad that I'm not ♪ ♪ 'Cause I think too much, got my head in a knot ♪ ♪ The world's on fire ♪ ♪ Better save your brother ♪ ♪ I've been a child, and I've been a mother ♪ ♪ I've been a victim, and I've been a tumor ♪ ♪ Used to be your waitress, but now I'm a consumer ♪ ♪ I've been on food stamps, I've been outta my mind ♪ ♪ I rolled in dirty dollars, stood in the welfare line ♪ ♪ I've been a number, I've been under attack ♪ ♪ I have been to the mountain and back ♪ ♪ Alright ♪ ♪♪ ♪ I've been a dancer, a saint, an assassin ♪ ♪ I've been a nobody, a truck-driver shaman ♪ ♪ So many seasons that I've been adrift ♪ ♪ Sometimes I wonder if I even exist ♪ ♪ You ever walk down the street, and do you think to yourself ♪ ♪ Am I being watched, man?
♪ ♪ Am I on the list?
♪ ♪ Well ♪ ♪ I been called every name in the book, honey ♪ ♪ Go on, take your best shot ♪ ♪ Take your best shot, take your best shot ♪ ♪ And I got my back to you, aim at my heart ♪ ♪ Go on, take your best shot, now ♪ ♪ I am the hunter ♪ ♪ I am the hunted ♪ ♪ I am a baby, I'm wanted ♪ ♪ I'm an alchemist, teacher, I'm a sinner, I'm a preacher ♪ ♪ And I know that there's more out here than this ♪ ♪ As I stare in the void of the black mountain vacuum ♪ ♪ I know the scent of death like a perfume ♪ ♪ No, this ain't the end ♪ ♪ This ain't the end, this ain't the end ♪ ♪ This ain't the end ♪ ♪ Ooh, take off your tired eyes ♪ ♪ Undress your goodbyes 'cause ♪ ♪ I have been to the mountain ♪ ♪♪ ♪ I have been to the mountain ♪ ♪♪ ♪ I have been to the mountain ♪ ♪♪ ♪ I have been to the mountain and back ♪ ♪ Alright ♪ ♪ Alright ♪ ♪ Can't tell me nothing, babe, and that's a fact ♪ ♪ I have been to the mountain and back ♪ ♪ Alr-i-i-ight ♪ ♪ Alright ♪ ♪♪ Are you all alright?
[ Cheers and applause ] ♪ Oooooh ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Cheers and applause ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] [ "Change of Heart" plays ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ One of these days ♪ ♪ You're gonna wake up older ♪ ♪ With a hole in your pocket ♪ ♪ And a blade on your shoulder ♪ ♪ If you break both your legs, then don't come runnin' to me ♪ ♪ Had a change of heart ♪ ♪ I had a change of heart ♪ ♪ Don't worry about the war ♪ ♪ Nobody's winning ♪ ♪ Don't worry about the rain ♪ ♪ It's only beginning ♪ ♪ I never loved you, and I always will ♪ ♪ Had a change of heart ♪ ♪ I had a change of heart ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Get down to the end of the line ♪ ♪ And it all fell apart ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Quit tryin' to change your mind ♪ ♪ I had a change of heart ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Oh, oh ♪ ♪ I had a change of heart ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ So where are you now ♪ ♪ In your pile of rubble?
♪ ♪ You run from danger straight into trouble ♪ ♪ Way down deep, you're just as shallow as me ♪ ♪ Had a change of heart ♪ ♪ I had a change of heart ♪ ♪ Unwanted child with an absent mother ♪ ♪ You want protection like an older brother ♪ ♪ I remember forgetting all the words that you said ♪ ♪ I had a change of heart ♪ ♪ I had a change of heart ♪ ♪ Get down to the end of the line ♪ ♪ And it all fell apart ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Quit tryin' to change the past ♪ ♪ I had a change of heart ♪ ♪ Oh, oh ♪ ♪ I had a change of heart ♪ ♪♪ ♪ I had a change of heart ♪ ♪ I had a change of h-e-e-eart ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Oh, oh, ohh ♪ ♪ Ohhh ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Cheers and applause ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] [ "That's How Rumors Get Started" plays ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ It's been a while ♪ ♪ Since I've been on this side of town ♪ ♪ Don't cross the river much these days ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Haven't been avoidin' you ♪ ♪ I'm hardly ever around ♪ ♪ Sure, we could talk, but what would I say?
♪ ♪♪ ♪ And here you are ♪ ♪ Still doin' you ♪ ♪ Never worked out ♪ ♪ But it never stopped you ♪ ♪ All I know is every time ♪ ♪ That your lips are parted ♪ ♪ Right behind my back, baby ♪ ♪ That's how rumors get started ♪ ♪♪ ♪ That's how rumors get started ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Word travels faster than a whisper in the wind ♪ ♪ Now all the birds are flyin' south ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Black hawks and doves ♪ ♪ We are at it once again ♪ ♪ And you're talkin' out of both sides of your mouth ♪ ♪♪ ♪ And here you are ♪ ♪ Still doin' you ♪ ♪ Never worked out ♪ ♪ But it never stopped you ♪ ♪ All I know is every time ♪ ♪ That your lips are parted ♪ ♪ Right behind my back, baby ♪ ♪ That's how rumors get started ♪ ♪♪ ♪ That's how rumors get started ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ You're burnin' bridges ♪ ♪ Keepin' warm by the fire ♪ ♪ For what a lovely glow it makes ♪ ♪♪ ♪ And I'm growin' tired of being your exit fire ♪ ♪♪ ♪ I bet it's hard to sleep in the bed of lies that you made ♪ ♪♪ ♪ And here you are ♪ ♪ Still doin' you ♪ ♪ Never worked out ♪ ♪ But it never stopped you ♪ ♪ All I know is every time ♪ ♪ That your lips are parted ♪ ♪ Right behind my back, baby ♪ ♪ That's how rumors get started ♪ ♪♪ ♪ That's how rumors get started ♪ ♪♪ ♪ That's how rumors get started ♪ ♪ That's how rumors get started ♪ I'll be right back.
♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Cheers and applause ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Cheers and applause ] [ "Twinkle Twinkle" plays ] Hey!
♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ Way back in the good old days ♪ ♪ Things weren't really all that good ♪ ♪ We grew up with the TV on ♪ ♪ We learned how from Hollywood ♪ ♪ We learned how from Hollywood ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Riding with my headphones on ♪ ♪ In the back of my mama's car ♪ ♪ Winding down that dirty road ♪ ♪ Town was close, but it felt far ♪ ♪ Town was close, but it felt far ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Drive-in movies, Coca-Cola ♪ ♪ Sweet sixteen, that kiss of death ♪ ♪ Don't you cry when you should laugh, baby ♪ ♪ I smell liquor on your breath ♪ ♪ I smell liquor on your breath ♪ ♪♪ ♪ If it don't break you ♪ ♪ It might just make you rich ♪ ♪♪ ♪ You might not get there ♪ ♪ And on the way, it's a bitch ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Gettin' by, gettin' high ♪ ♪ Feelin' like a low-life bum ♪ ♪ Baby, racked up debt, couldn't pay my rent ♪ ♪ Pissin' off till kingdom come ♪ ♪ Pissin' off till kingdom come ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Mother Mary, geez Louise ♪ ♪ I was havin' a ball until I threw it too far, baby ♪ ♪ Playin' dives, tryna stay alive ♪ ♪ Twinkle, twinkle, little star ♪ ♪ Twinkle, twinkle, little star ♪ ♪♪ ♪ If it don't break you ♪ ♪ It might just make you rich ♪ ♪♪ ♪ You might not get there ♪ ♪ And on the way, it's a bitch ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ But then I won the lottery ♪ ♪ I struck gold, and they picked me, baby ♪ ♪ Winner, winner, chicken dinner ♪ ♪ Hello, Mama, look at me ♪ ♪ Hello, Mama, look at me ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Now everything's turned inside out ♪ ♪ They wanna put me on a big TV, baby ♪ ♪ Everybody wants to know ♪ ♪ How I feel and what I think ♪ ♪ How I feel and what I think ♪ ♪♪ ♪ If it don't break you ♪ ♪ It might just make you rich ♪ ♪♪ ♪ You might not get there ♪ ♪ And on the way, it's a bitch ♪ ♪ Don't you know it's a bitch ♪ ♪ It's a bitch ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Cheers and applause ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] -Next, a rising star in the world of bluegrass and beyond, Molly Tuttle & Golden Highway.
[ "El Dorado" plays ] ♪♪ -♪ I'm Gold Rush Kate from the Golden State ♪ ♪ With a nugget around my neck ♪ ♪ I keep the red lights burning bright ♪ ♪ From here to Hell and back ♪ ♪ I've dug for silver and for gold ♪ ♪ From Boulder up to Haines ♪ ♪ But when I hit Coloma, boys, I made my final claim ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Crossed the High Sierras in the spring of '48 ♪ ♪ And every man with a shovel and pan ♪ ♪ Has stumbled through my gates ♪ ♪ Behind these doors, whiskey pours ♪ ♪ And lovin' flows like wine ♪ ♪ Miners boast of mother lodes ♪ ♪ They'll dig or else die trying ♪ ♪ El Dorado ♪ ♪ Woo-hoo-hoo ♪ ♪♪ ♪ They come from far and wide to quell the fever in their souls ♪ ♪ It haunts their brain, they've gone insane ♪ ♪ For the glimmer of the gold ♪ ♪ The devil must have drug 'em here down a one-way path ♪ ♪ 'Cause when you hit Coloma, boys, you never make it back ♪ ♪♪ ♪ There's Redwood Bill, he can drink his fill ♪ ♪ So can John the Rover ♪ ♪ Bad Luck Dave is in his grave ♪ ♪ His gold dust days are over ♪ ♪ They fill their pans with blood and sand ♪ ♪ And call to God upstairs ♪ ♪ But in the golden country, boys ♪ ♪ The Lord don't hear your prayers ♪ ♪ El Dorado ♪ ♪ Woo-hoo-hoo ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Cross yourself on Hangman's Hill ♪ ♪ If you run into Reno Maria ♪ ♪ When the sky is dark, she can read the stars ♪ ♪ From Mars to Cassiopeia ♪ ♪ She comes around when the sun comes down ♪ ♪ With fortunes to be told ♪ ♪ For a copper penny, she'll tell you plenty ♪ ♪ Except where to find the gold ♪ ♪ Stay away from Snake Oil Jake ♪ ♪ He'll fool you with a fountain pen ♪ ♪ One look in his eyes, you'll be hypnotized ♪ ♪ He's got that sleight of hand ♪ ♪ He's sleek and fat like an old tomcat ♪ ♪ They say he has nine lives ♪ ♪ And Snake Oil Jake sure met his fate ♪ ♪ When they shot him down ten times ♪ ♪♪ ♪ ¿Don't stake your claim with the Dogtown Gang ♪ ♪ Or the boys from Rough and Ready ♪ ♪ Don't thumb your nose at the Sydney Cove ♪ ♪ The hammer comes down heavy ♪ ♪ On every jack who tries to hack his way to fortune fair ♪ ♪ And comes to find he's last in line to be a millionaire ♪ ♪ El Dorado ♪ ♪ Woo-hoo-hoo ♪ ♪♪ ♪ El Dorado ♪ ♪ City of gold, city of fools ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ Heard the news from Siskiyou, the rush is moving on ♪ ♪ Leaving old Coloma, boys, and bound for Oregon ♪ ♪ Here in town, the tailing piles have all gone to rust ♪ ♪ One day you boom, but pretty soon ♪ ♪ Your booming days are bust ♪ ♪♪ ♪ So now I sweep the empty streets and boarded-up saloons ♪ ♪ Seen 'em fade from golden days to ghost towns left to ruin ♪ ♪ Was it worth the blood and dirt to dig our lives away?
♪ ♪ But life goes quick, so come get rich in Californ-I-A ♪ ♪ El Dorado ♪ ♪ Woo-hoo-hoo ♪ ♪♪ ♪ El Dorado ♪ ♪ City of gold, city of fools ♪ ♪ Has the fever got a hold on you?
♪ ♪♪ ♪ I've seen it all, the rise and fall ♪ ♪ And now I take my rest ♪ ♪ I'm Gold Rush Kate from the Golden State ♪ ♪ And I'm the last one left ♪ [ Cheers and applause ] This is something I've dreamed of for so long.
I've been watching "Austin City Limits" since I was a little kid.
[ Cheers and applause ] [ "Yosemite" plays ] ♪♪ ♪ You said a road trip would do us some good ♪ ♪ Despite every instinct, I said that I would ♪ ♪ It's been six years since you put on that ring ♪ ♪ Maybe the road will fix everything ♪ ♪ When all that remains is the gas in the tank ♪ ♪ The tread on the tires and what's left in the bank ♪ ♪ Sometimes the road is the best remedy ♪ ♪ How many more miles to Yosemite?
♪ ♪♪ -♪ I'm riding shotgun through prairies and plains ♪ ♪ You say, "How pretty," I'm thinking, "How strange" ♪ ♪ It feels to follow this sinking ship down ♪ ♪ Maybe the mountains will turn us around ♪ ♪ When all that remains is the gas in the tank ♪ ♪ The tread on the tires and what's left in the bank ♪ ♪ Sometimes the road is the best remedy ♪ ♪ For a love that's grown old, try some new scenery ♪ ♪ So how many more miles to Yosemite?
♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ Two hours to go, I broke down in Modesto ♪ ♪ You told me, "Don't make a scene" ♪ ♪ We're damned if we make it, we're damned if we don't ♪ ♪ And we're somewhere stuck in between ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Now we're running on fumes ♪ ♪ It's an uphill climb ♪ ♪ Drove right past all the danger signs ♪ ♪ And I just can't wait to tell you goodbye ♪ ♪ Cut a new trail, leave our love behind ♪ ♪ Sometimes the road is the best remedy ♪ ♪ For two broken hearts that need setting free ♪ ♪ So how many more miles to Yosemite?
♪ ♪ How many more miles to Yosemite?
♪ ♪♪ [ Cheers and applause ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] [ "Dooley's Farm" plays ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ Old Dooley was raised Carolina ♪ ♪ Got his schoolin' out in Vietnam ♪ ♪ Tucks his hair up in a Pioneer seed cap ♪ ♪ When he's bringing his cash crop in ♪ ♪ Now everybody said he's just a simpleton farmer ♪ ♪ Plow a hundred acres out in Sugar Grove ♪ ♪ Smilin' at you from an IH tractor ♪ ♪ But there's a secret down in every row ♪ ♪ In the Blue Ridge Mountains with the whispering pines ♪ ♪ They used to grow tobacco ♪ ♪ Then they made moonshine ♪ ♪ But there's something better in the back of the barn ♪ ♪ Down on Dooley's farm ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Old Dooley's got a roadside farm stand ♪ ♪ Sweet corn, tomatoes, and turnip greens ♪ ♪ But if you ask to buy a jug of sorghum ♪ ♪ He'll know exactly what you mean ♪ ♪ He'll meet you in the back of the woods at midnight ♪ ♪ Bring a lantern 'cause it's hard to find ♪ ♪ He's got a strain that'll punch your lights out ♪ ♪ Old Dooley's gonna blow your mind ♪ ♪ In the Blue Ridge Mountains with the whispering pines ♪ ♪ They used to grow tobacco ♪ ♪ Then they made moonshine ♪ ♪ But there's something better in the back of the barn ♪ ♪ Down on Dooley's farm ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ Well, you can hide by day, but the night will find you ♪ ♪ They caught Dooley in the moonlight ♪ ♪ Drug him down from the field to the state farm ♪ ♪ To bust rocks on the roadside ♪ ♪ Now everybody says I'm just a simpleton farmer ♪ ♪ But they don't know that I'm an outlaw ♪ ♪ Growing green must've ran in the family ♪ ♪ 'Cause old Dooley is my grandpa ♪ ♪ In the Blue Ridge Mountains with the whispering pines ♪ ♪ They used to grow tobacco ♪ ♪ Then they made moonshine ♪ ♪ But there's something better in the back of the barn ♪ ♪ Down on Dooley's farm ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Cheers and applause ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ In the Blue Ridge Mountains with the whispering pines ♪ ♪ They used to grow tobacco ♪ ♪ Then they made moonshine ♪ ♪ But there's something better in the back of the barn ♪ ♪ Down on Dooley's farm ♪ ♪ Down on Dooley's farm ♪ ♪♪ [ Cheers and applause ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] Thank you all so much.
[ Cheers and applause continue ] [ "Where Did All the Wild Things Go?"
plays ] ♪♪ ♪ Do you like to get down low with the doghouse ♪ ♪ Or high on the hog when the Friday night lights go down?
♪ ♪ Can you howl like a greyhound?
♪ ♪♪ ♪ Do you like greens, and I don't mean collards?
♪ ♪ Hollered, swallered, blown your last dollar at dawn ♪ ♪ And do you like to tie one on?
♪ ♪ Now the street's full of suits with hundred-dollar haircuts ♪ ♪ I used to cut loose, now it's uptight, airbrushed ♪ ♪ Scratchin' my head 'cause I really, really wanna know ♪ ♪ Where did all the wild things go?
♪ ♪♪ ♪ Do you like to get hazy, blazy, crazy ♪ ♪ A little bit mad 'cause you just caught rabies, man?
♪ ♪ And now you're goin' off the deep end ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Do you like jammin', ramblin', gamblin' ♪ ♪ Slammin' 'em back ♪ ♪ Till you don't know what you're standin' on ♪ ♪ Passed out in a port-a-john?
♪ ♪ Now this town's been tamed like a bear in a cage ♪ ♪ Like a broke-down train, like the fire hits rain ♪ ♪ Rackin' my brain 'cause I really, really wanna know ♪ ♪ Where did all the wild things go?
♪ ♪♪ ♪ Where did all the wild things go?
♪ ♪♪ -Hi, folks.
This part here is a little crowd-participation zone of the tune, you know?
And we're not gonna ask a lot of you.
It's actually about the least that anyone could ask you to do.
Because that's all we're gonna have to do is...do.
That's the work.
And the part goes like this.
♪ Do, do, do do, do do do ♪ ♪ Do, do, do do, do do do ♪ ♪ Do, do, do do, do do do ♪ ♪ Come on, now, sing it with me louder now ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ Keep it up.
♪ 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 ♪ -♪ Sometimes you gotta growl ♪ -♪ Do, do, do do, do do do ♪ ♪ Do, do, do do, do do do ♪ ♪ Sometimes you gotta let loose ♪ ♪ Get juiced and howl, ooh ♪ ♪ Sometimes you gotta raise the roof, shake the blues ♪ ♪ Break through, and make the news ♪ ♪ Before it all goes south ♪ -♪ Do, do, do do, do do do ♪ ♪ Do, do, do do, do do do ♪ -♪ Sometimes you gotta get loud!
♪ ♪♪ ♪ Sometimes you gotta rise up to get down ♪ -♪ Get up, get up, party people!
♪ -♪ Sometimes you gotta stand out in a crowd, get plowed ♪ ♪ Fly your freak flag proud ♪ ♪ 'Cause there's never been a better time to let it shine ♪ ♪ Than right now ♪ Hunh!
♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ So meet me after midnight, moonlight ♪ ♪ It's gonna be a good time, alright ♪ ♪ Everybody's comin' in hot ♪ ♪ We're gonna divvy up the jackpot ♪ ♪ Till the party light's out and the police are comin' ♪ ♪ Everybody's runnin' to thumb another diesel down ♪ ♪ Come on, and let's blow this town ♪ ♪ 'Cause you can cut out the fangs of a pair of pit vipers ♪ ♪ But this here tiger's just getting wilder ♪ ♪ All you wild things stand up and let 'em know ♪ ♪ Where did all the wild things go?
♪ ♪♪ ♪ Where did all the wild things go?
♪ ♪♪ ♪ Where did all the wild things go?
♪ [ Cheers and applause ] We see you wild things.
[ Cheers and applause continue ] This next one is an older one.
This came out last year.
It's the title track of my record, "Crooked Tree."
And this song is all about embracing our differences, embracing who we are and those hard things in life that make us stronger.
When I wrote this song, I was thinking about when I was a kid, I lost all my hair.
I developed something called alopecia areata.
Basically means your body stops growing hair.
And so I grew up feeling like a crooked tree a lot of the time.
But when I wrote this song, it just gave me this feeling that it's okay to be who you are.
And so, in the spirit of this next song, I thought I'd let my hair down.
[ Cheers and applause ] So, we love you, crooked trees, wherever you are!
You're beautiful just as you are.
[ Cheers and applause ] Thank you so much.
[ Cheers and applause continue ] ♪♪ Oh, my gosh.
[ Cheers and applause continue ] ♪♪ Aww, thank you all so much.
[ "Crooked Tree" plays ] ♪ Two trees in the forest ♪ ♪ One was crooked, one was straight ♪ ♪ Crimson bark and emerald needles ♪ ♪ Growing day by day ♪ ♪ And though they looked so different ♪ ♪ They enjoyed the rain the same ♪ ♪ Side by side ♪ ♪♪ ♪ A chickadee had told them of a darkness on the land ♪ ♪ Spinning blades that came to visit, carried by a man ♪ ♪ And every other tree would see them cut down where they stand ♪ ♪ By and by ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Oh, can't you see?
♪ ♪ A crooked tree ♪ ♪ Won't fit into the mill machine ♪ ♪ They're left to grow ♪ ♪ Wild and free ♪ ♪ Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ The perfect trees were driven down the mountain to the mill ♪ ♪ They turned them into toothpicks ♪ ♪ And to twenty dollar bills ♪ ♪ Seemed the more the people took ♪ ♪ The more they needed still ♪ ♪ In the end ♪ ♪♪ ♪ The crooked trees were left there ♪ ♪ After all the work was done ♪ ♪ Now they go for weeks and never witness anyone ♪ ♪ No one left to tell them if they're growing right or wrong ♪ ♪ But the whispering wind ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Oh, can't you see?
♪ ♪ A crooked tree ♪ ♪ Won't fit into the mill machine ♪ ♪ They're left to grow ♪ ♪ Wild and free ♪ ♪ Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ People say I'm different ♪ ♪ And my way of life seems strange ♪ ♪ I took the road less traveled ♪ ♪ Twists and turns along the way ♪ ♪ But like the crooked tree ♪ ♪ I'm growing stronger day by day ♪ ♪ As the clouds roll by ♪ ♪♪ ♪ A river never wonders why it flows around the bend ♪ ♪ A mountain doesn't question how it rose up from the land ♪ ♪ So who am I to wish I wasn't just the way I am?
♪ ♪ Who am I?
♪ ♪ Oh, can't you see?
♪ ♪ A crooked tree ♪ ♪ Won't fit into the mill machine ♪ ♪ They're left to grow ♪ ♪ Wild and free ♪ ♪ Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree ♪ ♪ A crooked tree ♪ ♪ Won't fit into the mill machine ♪ ♪ They're left to grow ♪ ♪ Wild and free ♪ ♪ I'd rather be a crooked tree ♪ ♪ I'd rather be a crooked tree ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Cheers and applause ] Thank you so much.
We love you.
[ Cheers and applause continue ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] [ "San Joaquin" plays ] ♪♪ ♪ Riding on the San Joaquin ♪ ♪ Bringing in some Humboldt green ♪ ♪ Watch out for that bully, he'll pick your pockets clean ♪ ♪ Toss you in Tehachapi ♪ ♪ When I get to Richmond, I'll be gold ♪ ♪ Soon as this suitcase is sold ♪ ♪ Till then, I'm rolling down the line ♪ ♪ Looking for the next high time ♪ ♪ Riding on the San Joaquin ♪ ♪ Well, the San Joaquin is a mighty good line ♪ ♪ There's a mighty good chance she'll blow your mind ♪ ♪ Each time you hear that whistle blow ♪ ♪ I'm smugglin' in another load ♪ ♪ Riding on the San Joaquin ♪ ♪ Bringing in some Humboldt green ♪ ♪ I'm just rolling down the line ♪ ♪ Looking for the next high time ♪ ♪ Riding on the San Joaquin ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ Police banging on the boxcar door ♪ ♪ Brakeman threw me overboard ♪ ♪ Hit the ground and clicked my heels ♪ ♪ Hopped back on in Bakersfield ♪ ♪ Riding on the San Joaquin ♪ ♪ Bringing in some Humboldt green ♪ ♪ Watch out for that bully, he'll pick your pockets clean ♪ ♪ Toss you in Tehachapi ♪ ♪ When I get to Richmond, I'll be gold ♪ ♪ Soon as this suitcase is sold ♪ ♪ Till then, I'm rolling down the line ♪ ♪ Looking for the next high time ♪ ♪ Riding on the San Joaquin ♪ ♪ Well, the railroad queen, she wants to ride ♪ ♪ But I ain't ready to go ♪ ♪ Got a few more hearts to break ♪ ♪ Till I reach the end of the road ♪ ♪♪ That's Bronwyn Keith-Hynes on the fiddle!
[ Cheers and applause ] ♪♪ Kyle Tuttle on the banjo!
[ Cheers and applause ] ♪♪ Give it up for Dominick Leslie on the mandolin!
[ Cheers and applause ] ♪♪ Shelby Means on the bass!
[ Cheers and applause ] ♪ Riding on the San Joaquin ♪ ♪ Fastest you ever seen ♪ ♪ And when my riding days are o'er ♪ ♪ Toss me in a baggage car ♪ ♪ Put that reefer in my mouth ♪ ♪ Spark it up and send me south ♪ ♪ Riding on the San Joaquin ♪ ♪♪ [ Cheers and applause ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] ♪♪ ♪ The crooked trees were left there ♪ ♪ After all the work was done ♪ ♪ Now they go for weeks, never witness anyone ♪ ♪ No one left to tell them if they're growing right or wrong ♪ ♪ But the whispering wind ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Oh, can't you see?
♪ ♪ A crooked tree ♪ ♪ Won't fit into the mill machine ♪ ♪ They're left to grow ♪ ♪ Wild and free ♪ ♪ Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪
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