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(audience cheering and applauding) ♪ ♪ 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 the suitcase is sold ♪ ♪ 'Til 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 smuggling 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 I 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 ♪ ♪ 'Til then I'm rolling down the line ♪ ♪ Just 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 ♪ ♪ Just got a few more hearts to break ♪ ♪ 'Til I reach the end of the road ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Riding on the San Joaquin ♪ ♪ Fastest you ever seen ♪ ♪ And when my riding days are o'er ♪ ♪ Just toss me in the baggage car ♪ ♪ Put that reefer in my mouth ♪ ♪ Spark it up and send me south ♪ ♪ Riding on the San Joaquin ♪ ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) MOLLY: Ah, thank you, thank you.

That last song was a brand new one.

That's the first time we've debuted it live.

We're doing a couple new songs tonight.

This is one called the "Nashville Mess Around."

♪ ♪ Just rolled in from Fond du Lac ♪ ♪ I'm looking for some fun ♪ ♪ Going down to Nashville town, see the ponies run ♪ ♪ Just rolled in from Fond du Lac ♪ ♪ Sing a little ditty ♪ ♪ Raise some hell and giddy ♪ ♪ All the way down in Music City ♪ ♪ It's blooming down in Nashville ♪ ♪ Let's go light up the town ♪ ♪ Raise a glass, drink it fast ♪ ♪ Before they bust it down ♪ ♪ Shine up your shoes ♪ ♪ Come on let's do the Nashville mess around ♪ ♪ Yodel-ayy-hey, yodel- ayy-ho, yodel-ayy-hee ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Well it's hard to hit the honky-tonks ♪ ♪ If you ain't got a dollar ♪ ♪ And if your banjo's out of tune ♪ ♪ The girls won't hoot and holler ♪ ♪ No they won't even clap their hands ♪ ♪ Unless you are somebody ♪ ♪ Not some jack from Fond du Lac ♪ ♪ Who drank up all his money ♪ ♪ It's blooming down in Nashville ♪ ♪ Let's go light up the town ♪ ♪ Raise a glass, drink it fast ♪ ♪ Before they bust it down ♪ ♪ Shine up your shoes, come on ♪ ♪ Let's do the Nashville mess around ♪ ♪ Yodel-ayy-hey, yodel- ayy-ho, yodel-ayy-hee ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ So wipe house and pilgrims ♪ ♪ And in from out-of-towners ♪ ♪ We had a boom now there's no room ♪ ♪ So don't you hang around here ♪ ♪ You're out of luck ♪ ♪ So don't pick up when Nashville ♪ ♪ Comes a calling ♪ ♪ You best go back ♪ ♪ To Fond du Lac and and quit your honky talking ♪ ♪ It's blooming down in Nashville ♪ ♪ Let's go light up the town ♪ ♪ Raise a glass, drink it fast ♪ ♪ Before they bust it down ♪ ♪ Shine up your shoes ♪ ♪ Come on let's do the Nashville mess around ♪ ♪ Yodel-ayy-hey, yodel- ayy-ho, yodel-ayy-hee ♪ ♪ Who's ready to party in Nashville ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Whoa, Castilleja ♪ ♪ You're a prairie fire dancing in the wind ♪ ♪ But you're cold as a high sierra ♪ ♪ Every time I try to bring your flower in ♪ ♪ I promised you the golden California ♪ ♪ On a painted horse with reins of silver thread ♪ ♪ But if I can't steal your heart, Castilleja ♪ ♪ I'll haunt you like a fugitive instead ♪ ♪ ♪ You were bold, Castilleja ♪ ♪ When I saw you at Mojave's drinking slow ♪ ♪ Pull up poison like an arrow ♪ ♪ Was just tryna say how much I love you so ♪ ♪ I promised you the golden California ♪ ♪ On a painted horse with reins of silver thread ♪ ♪ But if I can't steal your heart, Castilleja ♪ ♪ I'll wind up with a price upon my head ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) ♪ ♪ Two strangers mate when dark and shadow ♪ ♪ Then moved against some papered wall ♪ ♪ When suddenly, there loomed another ♪ ♪ And Castilleja came to fall ♪ ♪ ♪ So I lit out east of Inyo ♪ ♪ To where the highway turns to sand ♪ ♪ There, I met that heartless devil ♪ ♪ With desert flower in his hand ♪ ♪ And I was quick, like a streak of lightning ♪ ♪ I fired first and then he fell ♪ ♪ Now I dream of Castilleja ♪ ♪ A secret I will never tell ♪ ♪ I promised you the golden California ♪ ♪ On a painted horse with reins of silver thread ♪ ♪ But if I can't steal your heart, Castilleja ♪ ♪ I'll ghost this world long after I'm dead ♪ ♪ Whoa, Castilleja ♪ ♪ Oh, Castilleja ♪ ♪ Whoa, Castilleja ♪ ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) SHELBY: We've got a cowgirl song about equality.

This one's called "Side Saddle."

♪ ♪ I was a young cowgirl, just one of the guys ♪ ♪ Scrapes on my knees and an eye on the prize ♪ ♪ My wild Appaloosa, she stole the show ♪ ♪ First place ribbon at the rodeo ♪ ♪ I said I don't wanna ride sidesaddle ♪ ♪ Sidesaddle, sidesaddle ♪ ♪ I just wanna ride bow-legged ♪ ♪ Bow-legged like the boys ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Well, I took that mare to the cattle drive ♪ ♪ And when the trailer boss said ♪ ♪ That a girl can't ride ♪ ♪ I rode sixteen steer, stayed in the saddle ♪ ♪ Left the good old boys ♪ ♪ Chewing on gravel ♪ ♪ I don't wanna ride sidesaddle ♪ ♪ Sidesaddle, sidesaddle ♪ ♪ I just wanna ride bow-legged ♪ ♪ Bow-legged like the boys ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Ah ha ♪ ♪ I got my blue jeans on, fit-in the stirrups ♪ ♪ Now the cowboys cry when I kick the red dirt up ♪ ♪ I leave 'em in the dust as the hot Sun sets ♪ ♪ That's a sight they won't ever forget ♪ ♪ Oh, I don't wanna ride sidesaddle ♪ ♪ Sidesaddle, sidesaddle ♪ ♪ I just wanna ride bow-legged ♪ ♪ Bow-legged like the boys ♪ MOLLY: Sing it with us.

♪ I don't wanna ride sidesaddle ♪ ♪ Sidesaddle, sidesaddle ♪ ♪ I just wanna ride bow-legged ♪ ♪ Bow-legged like the boys ♪ ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) This next one is one that I covered a couple years ago.

By The Rolling Stones.

And I'd like to send this out to all the ladies in the room.

(audience cheering and applauding) ♪ ♪ ♪ She comes in colors everywhere ♪ ♪ She combs her hair ♪ ♪ She's like a rainbow ♪ ♪ Coming colors in the air ♪ ♪ Oh, everywhere ♪ ♪ She comes in colors ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ She comes in colors everywhere ♪ ♪ She combs her hair ♪ ♪ She's like a rainbow ♪ ♪ Coming colors in the air ♪ ♪ Oh, everywhere ♪ ♪ She comes in colors ♪ ♪ ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) ♪ Have you seen her dressed in blue ♪ ♪ ♪ See the sky in front of you ♪ ♪ And her face is like a sail ♪ ♪ Specks of white so fair and pale ♪ ♪ Have you seen a lady fairer ♪ ♪ She comes in colors everywhere ♪ ♪ She combs her hair ♪ ♪ She's like a rainbow ♪ ♪ Coming colors in the air ♪ ♪ Oh, everywhere ♪ ♪ She comes in colors ♪ ♪ ♪ Have you seen her all in gold ♪ ♪ Like a queen in days of old ♪ ♪ She shoots colors all around ♪ ♪ Like a sunset going down ♪ ♪ Have you seen a lady fairer ♪ ♪ She comes in colors everywhere ♪ ♪ She combs her hair ♪ ♪ She's like a rainbow ♪ ♪ Coming colors in the air ♪ ♪ Oh, everywhere ♪ ♪ She comes in colors ♪ ♪ ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Late one night, the river so bright ♪ ♪ I was bathing in the pale moonlight ♪ ♪ Didn't see no one looking around ♪ ♪ Pull that ribbon, let my ringlets down ♪ ♪ ♪ We grew up down the way ♪ ♪ Walked to school together every day ♪ ♪ I was so tall 'til we were sixteen ♪ ♪ In a year, he towered over me ♪ ♪ Thought he was a friend indeed ♪ ♪ But a woman can't trust a man in need ♪ ♪ ♪ Down on the muddy banks where the roses grow ♪ ♪ The river cries, ooh, oh ♪ ♪ 'Cause the river knows ♪ ♪ ♪ He professed a love so fine ♪ ♪ Said he wanted me to be his bride ♪ ♪ His desire, I didn't return ♪ ♪ In its place, he let resentment burn ♪ ♪ He left home to live in the hills ♪ ♪ Making moonshine in a silver still ♪ ♪ Mama said, "Stay away from that shine" ♪ ♪ I always did until that dark night ♪ ♪ Thought he was a friend indeed ♪ ♪ But a woman can't trust a man in need ♪ ♪ Down on the muddy banks where the roses grow ♪ ♪ The river cries, ooh, oh ♪ ♪ 'Cause the river knows ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ My best dress wrinkled and torn ♪ ♪ Head's pounding in the early morn' ♪ ♪ Look to my hands covered in red ♪ ♪ Dug a hole down in the wild rose bed ♪ ♪ Washed the proof out of my hair ♪ ♪ Crimson streaming down my skin so fair ♪ ♪ Shimmering moon staring at me ♪ ♪ Now my secret is hers to keep ♪ ♪ Thought he was a friend indeed ♪ ♪ But a woman can't trust a man in need ♪ ♪ Down on the muddy banks where the roses grow ♪ ♪ The river cries, ooh, oh ♪ ♪ 'Cause the river knows ♪ ♪ ♪ Late one night, the river so bright ♪ ♪ I was bathing in the pale moonlight ♪ ♪ Didn't see no one looking around ♪ ♪ Pull that ribbon, let my ringlets down ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) ♪ ♪ I can't stop once the rubber hits the ground ♪ ♪ I'm bound for Mexico ♪ ♪ Sunlight wakes my sleeping head ♪ ♪ And turns the mountains gold ♪ ♪ And I've got one too many ties to you ♪ ♪ One too many tries for you ♪ ♪ I'm tumbling down the mountain side for you ♪ ♪ And I can't say I mind ♪ ♪ When love goes over the line ♪ ♪ ♪ There's a snake in the middle of the road ♪ ♪ Do I swerve to miss ♪ ♪ I can't shake this feeling that I hold ♪ ♪ There's poison in your kiss ♪ ♪ But I've got one too many ties to you ♪ ♪ One too many tries for you ♪ ♪ I'm tumbling down the mountain side for you ♪ ♪ And I can't say I mind ♪ ♪ When love goes over the line ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Three more hours, my heart gets tossed ♪ ♪ I could tumble down into the rocks ♪ ♪ My sleepy eyes they start to cross and I'm lost ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I behold your shaking soul ♪ ♪ Trembling at the core ♪ ♪ Your eyes are just like dynamite ♪ ♪ Still I ask for more ♪ ♪ 'Cause I've got one too many ties to you ♪ ♪ One too many tries for you ♪ ♪ I'm tumbling down the mountain side for you ♪ ♪ And I can't say I mind ♪ ♪ When love goes over the line ♪ ♪ ♪ No, I can't say I mind ♪ ♪ When love goes over the line ♪ ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) ♪ MOLLY: All right, all you lovebirds, are you ready to boogie down on this next song?

(audience cheering and applauding) I see some boogiers out there in the back.

(laughs) ♪ ♪ ♪ Well, down in the city it's a pity what's there ♪ ♪ All the kids in the gutter ♪ ♪ Runnin' really bare ♪ ♪ How much money do we have to get ♪ ♪ To get us set where the jet-set get ♪ ♪ Way up on the hill where they do the boogie ♪ ♪ Buckabowmabowmaba boogie ♪ ♪ Well, I wonder what they're doin' ♪ ♪ When they do the boogie ♪ ♪ And I wonder what I'm doin' here ♪ (singers vocalizing) ♪ Down in the city if y'all ain't dead ♪ ♪ You better watch the man, he gonna bust your head ♪ ♪ He'll roll you over and he'll leave you alone ♪ ♪ For twenty minutes and you got to be back home ♪ ♪ Way up on the hill where they do the boogie ♪ ♪ Bookadoodooda boogie ♪ ♪ And I wonder what they doin' ♪ ♪ When they do the boogie ♪ ♪ And I wonder what I'm doin' here ♪ (singers vocalizing) ♪ ♪ ♪ Well, there's a rat in the alley ♪ ♪ And a fiddle on the floor ♪ ♪ A businessman looking for a two-by-four ♪ ♪ I thought I heard a pretty housewife say ♪ ♪ I gotta get up on the hill for the PTA ♪ ♪ 'Cause up on the hill where they do the boogie ♪ ♪ Dodowombum the boogie ♪ ♪ Well, I wonder what they do ♪ ♪ When they do the boogie ♪ ♪ And I wonder what I'm doin' here ♪ (singers vocalizing) ♪ ♪ ♪ Well, some folks will tell ya ♪ ♪ That the hippies don't steal ♪ ♪ But I caught Don out in my cornfield ♪ ♪ He had a flag, he had a bomb ♪ ♪ And he told me he was a-heading on home ♪ ♪ Way up on the hill where they do the boogie ♪ ♪ Dookadobowbow the boogie ♪ ♪ Well, I wonder what they do ♪ ♪ When they do the boogie ♪ ♪ And I wonder what I'm doin' here ♪ (singers vocalizing) ♪ Pick it, Molly, turn around ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Well, all we know about is a-what we read ♪ ♪ And we see it comin' at us on a little bitty tree ♪ ♪ Sometimes we boogie and it's pretty cool, I guess ♪ ♪ 'Cause our moms are gonna watch this on PBS ♪ ♪ Way up on the hill where they do the boogie ♪ ♪ What you gonna do, you're gonna do the boogie ♪ ♪ I wonder what they're doing ♪ ♪ When they do the boogie ♪ ♪ And I wonder what I'm doin' here ♪ (singers vocalizing) ♪ One more time ♪ (singers vocalizing) (audience cheering and applauding) Give it up for Kyle Tuttle.

Singing the boogie for you.

Here tonight at Analog.

All right, here's a- here's a new song.

We've only played it a couple times before.

It's kind of, I guess I'll- I'll describe it as Alice in Wonderland meets Doc Watson.

(laughs) ♪ ♪ Come gather round folks and a story I'll tell ♪ ♪ About a girl who tripped ♪ ♪ Through the bottom of a well ♪ ♪ Woke up in a dream of a curious hap ♪ ♪ Chasing little white rabbits ♪ ♪ Well, she landed with a thud ♪ ♪ By a fieldmouse door ♪ ♪ Said, this don't look like Kentucky anymore ♪ ♪ Knock three times and the mind swung open ♪ ♪ Alice had awoken ♪ ♪ So she danced all night ♪ ♪ With a bottle in her hand ♪ ♪ Lost in a backwards wonderland ♪ ♪ Toes still fiddling, cigarette bow ♪ ♪ Where you'd come from, Alice, why'd you go ♪ ♪ ♪ Then the old snapping turtle ♪ ♪ Peeked out of his shell ♪ ♪ Said, little girl, you don't look too well ♪ ♪ Take a little swig and a little-bitty swallow ♪ ♪ You'll feel three times smaller ♪ ♪ Then the glow worm sitting ♪ ♪ On the caterpillar tractor ♪ ♪ Gave her smokes, some strange tobacco ♪ ♪ The jitterbug said, you can't go back there ♪ ♪ You'll be ours forever after ♪ ♪ So she danced all night with a bottle in her hand ♪ ♪ Lost in a backwards wonderland ♪ ♪ Toes still fiddling, cigarette bow ♪ ♪ Where'd you come from, Alice, why'd you go ♪ ♪ ♪ Little piece of cornbread ♪ ♪ Swallow it down ♪ ♪ 'Til you're ten feet high up above the ground ♪ ♪ All the kings horses mules and men ♪ ♪ Can't bring little Alice back down again ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Now starts resting with an old mad hatter ♪ ♪ Well, up through the well grew Jack upon a ladder ♪ ♪ She climbed like the devil ♪ ♪ When the devil came after ♪ ♪ He was fast and she was faster ♪ ♪ Now she's sitting on the porch with the ma and pa ♪ ♪ Trying to make sense of the things she saw ♪ ♪ Can't wait to wander back to wonderland ♪ ♪ Go tripping through the bluegrass once again ♪ ♪ Dance all night with the bottle in her hand ♪ ♪ Lost in a backwards wonderland ♪ ♪ Toes still fiddling, cigarette bow ♪ ♪ Where'd you come from, Alice, why'd you go ♪ ♪ Alice in the bluegrass ♪ ♪ ♪ Little Alice in the bluegrass ♪ ♪ Alice in the bluegrass ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ One pill makes you larger ♪ ♪ And one pill makes you small ♪ ♪ And the ones that Mother gives you ♪ ♪ Don't do anything at all ♪ ♪ Go ask Alice ♪ ♪ When she's 10 feet tall ♪ ♪ And if you go chasing rabbits ♪ ♪ And you know you're gonna fall ♪ ♪ Tell 'em a hookah- smoking caterpillar ♪ ♪ Has given you the call ♪ ♪ Call Alice ♪ ♪ When she was just small ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ When the men on the chessboard ♪ ♪ Get up and tell you where to go ♪ ♪ And you've just had some kind of mushroom ♪ ♪ And your mind is moving low ♪ ♪ Go ask Alice ♪ ♪ I think she'll know ♪ ♪ When logic and proportion ♪ ♪ Have fallen sloppy dead ♪ ♪ And the White Knight is talking backwards ♪ ♪ And the Red Queen's off with her head ♪ ♪ Remember ♪ ♪ What the dormouse said ♪ ♪ Feed your head ♪ ♪ Feed your head ♪ (audience cheering) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ BRONWYN: One, two, three.

♪ ♪ ♪ Way down yonder on the Candy Creek ♪ ♪ I whittled out a fiddle from a wagon seat ♪ ♪ I tune my fiddle and I rosin my bow ♪ ♪ I'll play this tune wherever I go ♪ ♪ Sleepy-Eyed John ♪ ♪ Better get your britches on ♪ ♪ Sleepy-Eyed John ♪ ♪ Better tie your shoe ♪ ♪ Sleepy-Eyed John ♪ ♪ Better get your britches on ♪ ♪ Try to get to heaven 'fore ♪ ♪ The devil gets to you ♪ ♪ ♪ Sleepy-Eyed John, he stole a goose ♪ ♪ The goose, she clucked ♪ ♪ But she couldn't get loose ♪ ♪ Said John to the goose, if you don't be still ♪ ♪ We'll miss our supper down in Candyville ♪ ♪ Sleepy-Eyed John ♪ ♪ Better get your britches on ♪ ♪ Sleepy-Eyed John ♪ ♪ Better tie your shoe ♪ ♪ Sleepy-Eyed John ♪ ♪ Better get your britches on ♪ ♪ Try to get to heaven 'fore ♪ ♪ The devil gets to you ♪ ♪ ♪ Sleepy-Eyed John had a wooden leg ♪ ♪ The leg was nothing but a little wooden peg ♪ ♪ With one shoe off and one shoe on ♪ ♪ He could play the double shuffle ♪ ♪ 'Til the cows come home ♪ ♪ Sleepy-Eyed John ♪ ♪ Better get your britches on ♪ ♪ Sleepy-Eyed John ♪ ♪ Better tie your shoe ♪ ♪ Sleepy-Eyed John ♪ ♪ Better get your britches on ♪ ♪ Try to get to heaven 'fore ♪ ♪ The devil gets to you ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Wellllllllll ♪ ♪ I got 20 dollars to build a fence ♪ ♪ So I took the money and I ain't worked since ♪ ♪ I sold my mule and I sold my plow ♪ ♪ And I wouldn't take a dollar for my journey now ♪ ♪ Sleepy-Eyed John ♪ ♪ Better get your britches on ♪ ♪ Sleepy-Eyed John ♪ ♪ Better tie your shoe ♪ ♪ Sleepy-Eyed John ♪ ♪ Better get your britches on ♪ ♪ Try to get to heaven 'fore ♪ ♪ The devil gets to you ♪ ♪ Sleepy-Eyed John ♪ ♪ Better get your britches on ♪ ♪ Sleepy-Eyed John ♪ ♪ Better tie your shoe ♪ ♪ Sleepy-Eyed John ♪ ♪ Better get your britches on ♪ ♪ Try to get to heaven 'fore ♪ ♪ The devil gets to you ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ When I hit Coloma, boys, I made my final claim ♪ ♪ Crossed the High Sierras in the spring of '48 ♪ ♪ 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 us here ♪ ♪ Down a one-way path ♪ ♪ When you strike out for 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 slight of hand ♪ ♪ He's sleek and fat like an old tom cat ♪ ♪ They say he has nine lives ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ 'Cause 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 saloon ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) MOLLY: Thank you.

Give it up for Bronwyn Keith-Hynes on the fiddle.

(audience cheering and applauding) All right, well now I'd like to introduce this lovely woman playing the bass and singing for you tonight.

Give it up for Shelby Means.

(audience cheering and applauding) SHELBY: Thank you.

So great to be here with you all.

♪ ♪ Old Dooley was raised Carolina ♪ ♪ Got his schooling 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 ♪ ♪ Plowing hundred acres out in Sugar Grove ♪ ♪ Smiling 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 ♪ ♪ Sweetcorn, 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 ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) MOLLY: Give it up for Dominick Leslie on the mandolin.

(audience cheering and applauding) We're gonna do the title track off the newly-Grammy- Award-winning album.

(audience cheering and applauding) (Molly laughs) It's very exciting.

(audience cheering and applauding) Thank you.

MAN: You're welcome, darling.

MOLLY: Aw, thank you so much.

This is one that I wrote with my pal here, Melody Walker.

She's not in the house tonight but she lives right here in Nashville, and we wrote this song 'cause we both kinda grew up feeling different from the other kids.

And learned to embrace our differences when we got a little older.

This is a song for anyone who's ever felt that same way.

It's for all the crooked trees out there.

♪ (audience cheers) ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Perfect trees were driven down ♪ ♪ The mountain to the mill ♪ ♪ They turned them into toothpicks ♪ ♪ And twenty- dollar bills ♪ ♪ It 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 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 ♪ ♪ Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree ♪ ♪ I'd rather be a crooked tree ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) Thanks to PBS for having us and filming this show.

DOMINICK: PBS does stand for perfect bluegrass solos, after all.

(audience cheering and applauding) ♪ ♪ I'm goin' out on a highway ♪ ♪ Gonna listen to them big trucks whine ♪ ♪ ♪ Goin' out on a highway ♪ ♪ Gonna listen to them big trucks whine ♪ ♪ That white Freightliner's gonna steal away my mind ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ It's bad news from Houston ♪ ♪ Half my friends have died ♪ ♪ ♪ Well, it's bad news from Houston ♪ ♪ Half my friends have died ♪ ♪ That white Freightliner's gonna steal away my mind ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Oh, well, New Mexico's all right ♪ ♪ Some people there will treat you fine ♪ ♪ ♪ I said Nashville's all right ♪ ♪ Some people there will treat you fine ♪ ♪ That white Freightliner's gonna steal away my mind ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Well, Lord, I'm gonna ramble ♪ ♪ 'Til I get back to where I came ♪ ♪ ♪ Lord, I'm gonna ramble ♪ ♪ 'Til I get back to where I came ♪ ♪ That white Freightliner's gonna steal away my pain ♪ ♪ ♪ MOLLY: Give it up for Bronwyn Keith-Hynes on the fiddle.

♪ That's Kyle Tuttle on the banjo.

(audience cheering) ♪ Dominick Leslie on the mandolin.

(audience cheering) ♪ Give it up for Shelby Means.

♪ I'm goin' out on the highway ♪ ♪ Gonna listen to them big trucks whine ♪ ♪ ♪ Goin' out on the highway ♪ ♪ Gonna listen to them big trucks whine ♪ ♪ That white Freightliner's gonna steal away my mind ♪ ♪ ♪ That white Freightliner's gonna steal away my mind ♪ ♪ ♪ That white Freightliner's gonna steal away my mind ♪ ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) ♪ ♪ KYLE: All right, all you beautiful lovebirds, we've had a whole heck of a lot of fun playing some music with you, and she said all these lovely nice things about all the rest of us.

But it's time for you all to make some noise, and I'm talking about not digital but some analog noise, for my dear friend, Ms. Molly Tuttle!

(audience cheering) MOLLY: Thank you so much.

It is such a privilege to be here with you tonight.

Thanks so much for coming out.

One, two, one.

♪ ♪ ♪ Cold, cold nights lead to cold, cold mornings ♪ ♪ The road keeps going and it never seems to end ♪ ♪ Lonely hearts that cry without warning ♪ ♪ When the light ain't shining ♪ ♪ From around the bend ♪ ♪ ♪ Take the journey ♪ ♪ No matter where it starts or where it ends ♪ ♪ Take the journey ♪ ♪ Someday you'll make it back home again ♪ ♪ ♪ You can try to control the weather ♪ ♪ But the rain inside you is still gonna fall ♪ ♪ Days of drought will merely starve you ♪ ♪ There's no use hiding ♪ ♪ Gotta face it all ♪ ♪ Take the journey ♪ ♪ No matter where it starts or where it ends ♪ ♪ Take the journey ♪ ♪ Someday you'll make it back home again ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ The skies are falling all around you ♪ ♪ Who will protect you from your deepest fears ♪ ♪ Take the hand of the one beside you ♪ ♪ Let the fire guide you 'til the path is clear ♪ ♪ Take the journey ♪ ♪ No matter where it starts or where it ends ♪ ♪ Take the journey ♪ ♪ Someday you'll make it back home again ♪ ♪ Someday you'll make it back home ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) (audience cheering and applauding) ♪ ♪ Bottles of wine, drugstore wishes ♪ ♪ Xs and Os, chocolate kisses ♪ ♪ Fruit of the vine, well, that's just fine ♪ ♪ But we got a love that won't run dry ♪ ♪ It rolls along and goes forever ♪ ♪ Our love, babe, is more like a river ♪ ♪ ♪ More like a river, wild and blue ♪ ♪ Roll away, roll away ♪ ♪ Carrying my love straight to you ♪ ♪ Roll, roll away ♪ ♪ ♪ I used to think love was a rose or a diamond ♪ ♪ Just a four-leaf clover ♪ ♪ Waiting for you to find it ♪ ♪ It's a valentine, a golden ring ♪ ♪ A stroll in the park on the first day of spring ♪ ♪ But here in your arms, it's a whole lot bigger ♪ ♪ We got a love more like a river ♪ ♪ ♪ More like a river, wild and blue ♪ ♪ Roll away, roll away ♪ ♪ Carrying my love straight to you ♪ ♪ Roll, roll away ♪ (Dominick whistling) ♪ MOLLY: Yeah.

(Dominick whistling) ♪ (Molly laughing) (audience cheering) ♪ They say love strikes like a roll of a dice ♪ ♪ Like an arrow flies ♪ ♪ Then it's gone in the blink of an eye ♪ ♪ But a river takes you with it ♪ ♪ All you gotta do is jump on in it ♪ ♪ So while you're away on your midnight ramble ♪ ♪ And I'm singing on the West Coast ♪ ♪ And it's hard to handle ♪ ♪ The months, the miles, the mountains between ♪ ♪ Our love springs up just like a bubbling stream ♪ ♪ So step on in, feel your whole body shiver ♪ ♪ We got a love more like a river ♪ ♪ ♪ More like a river, wild and blue ♪ ♪ Roll away, roll away ♪ ♪ Carrying my love straight to you ♪ ♪ Roll, roll ♪ ♪ More like a river, wild and blue ♪ ♪ Roll away, roll away ♪ ♪ Carrying my love straight to you ♪ ♪ Roll, roll away ♪ ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) BRONWYN: One, two, three.

♪ ♪ ♪ (audience cheering) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) BRONWYN: One, two.

♪ ♪ My backyard is an Illinois farm ♪ ♪ Yours is a bend in the Hudson River ♪ ♪ Her backyard's Sunset Boulevard ♪ ♪ And his is the heart of the Mojave Desert ♪ ♪ My backyard has got an acre of prairie ♪ ♪ Yours has miles and miles of pavement ♪ ♪ But come rain or shine, it's the same big sky ♪ ♪ Here to remind us we all gotta make it ♪ ♪ And some folks say to stake your claim ♪ ♪ And fence it in, but I see it different ♪ ♪ Come on out to the big backyard ♪ ♪ It ain't mine, it ain't yours, it's all of ours ♪ (audience cheering and applauding) ♪ ♪ Now my backyard is a Redwood forest ♪ ♪ And yours is a rocky shore in New England ♪ ♪ Her backyard is the streets of New York ♪ ♪ And his is the hum of the L.A. freeway ♪ ♪ My backyard has got a blanket of fog ♪ ♪ And yours has a whole lot of sunny weather ♪ ♪ But come rain or shine, it's the same big sky ♪ ♪ Here to remind us we belong together ♪ ♪ And some folks say to stake your claim ♪ ♪ And fence it in, but I see it different ♪ ♪ Come on out to the big backyard ♪ ♪ It ain't mine, it ain't yours, it's all of ours ♪ ♪ ♪ Wherever you ramble, wherever you roam ♪ ♪ Whoever you are, we've all gotta live here ♪ ♪ However you march to the beat of your drum ♪ ♪ Everyone's shining in the big backyard ♪ ♪ ♪ My backyard sure is beautiful ♪ ♪ But it's getting hard to see ♪ ♪ Through all the fences ♪ ♪ Your backyard used to stretch so far ♪ ♪ But now it's coming up short ♪ ♪ It seems so senseless ♪ ♪ How some folks say to stake your claim ♪ ♪ And fence it in, why can't we see it different ♪ ♪ Come on out to the big backyard ♪ ♪ It ain't mine, it ain't yours, it's all of ours ♪ ♪ ♪ Out in the big backyard ♪ ♪ It's all of ours ♪ ♪ MOLLY: Thank you all so much, thank you PBS.

And Analog and everyone for having us tonight.

(audience cheering and applauding) ♪ Thank you.

(audience cheering and applauding) Let's do another bow.

KYLE: You bet.

(audience cheering and applauding) DOMINICK: Thank you!

MOLLY: Thank you!

(audience cheering and applauding) ♪ ♪ I can't stop once the rubber hits the ground ♪ ♪ I'm bound for Mexico ♪ ♪ Sunlight wakes my sleeping head ♪ ♪ And turns the mountains gold ♪ ♪ And I've got one too many ties to you ♪ ♪ One too many tries for you ♪ ♪ I'm tumbling down the mountain side for you ♪ ♪ And I can't say I mind ♪ ♪ When love goes over the line ♪ ♪ (audience cheering and applauding)