(dramatic music) ♪ On the other coast ♪ ♪ And I'm over here ♪ ♪ In a stinking show ♪ - [Announcer] Coming up this week on "Expressions", a classic concert featuring Driftwood.

♪ Come back untold ♪ ♪ And the fear sets in ♪ ♪ I'm gonna die alone, alone, alone, alone ♪ ♪ Alone, alone, alone, alone ♪ (audience applauds) - Hello and welcome to "Expressions".

I'm your host, Adara Alston.

The summer of 2010 was a great time for music at SSKG, as we recorded a series of live performances.

We look back at one of those concerts now, as we present the acoustic sounds of Driftwood.

(audience applauds) - [Man] Hey, hey.

(happy music) - [Woman] All right.

♪ I was waitin' in line down at the station ♪ ♪ Carvin' out the years in my head ♪ ♪ And as I walked through the turnstile door ♪ ♪ Well you called my mind ♪ ♪ And with love in the back of your mind ♪ ♪ Me in the back of your hand all night ♪ ♪ We got high ♪ ♪ Oh so high ♪ ♪ Well now them seas in your head, I'm never clear ♪ ♪ When you love someone a little more than you reveal ♪ ♪ And you're waiting for your dance to come ♪ ♪ Well you wait with wet palms ♪ ♪ And the room fell under your tone ♪ ♪ When you showed up in your boots with your slip dress on ♪ ♪ And I was high ♪ ♪ Oh so high ♪ ♪ Yeah I, well I was stoned ♪ ♪ Well then I walked around ♪ ♪ With a dry mouth and a hole hole inside my confidence ♪ ♪ Well the girls, they don't you name ♪ ♪ And the town, it don't seem to change ♪ ♪ And your friends, they don't wanna stay ♪ ♪ And you come down sad ♪ (scatting) ♪ Oh I was high ♪ ♪ Oh so high ♪ ♪ Yeah I, well I was stoned ♪ (audience applauds) Thank you, thanks a lot.

That's a song about high school.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Here's one of my favorites to play, it's little tune called "Turkey in the Straw".

- Gobble gobble.

(bright fiddle music) Hot dog.

(audience claps to beat) Get it up.

Well now keep it up now, keep it up.

(man exclaims) (audience cheers and applauds) - Hey, all right all right.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

They're too, they're too kind.

Alright, this next one's called "To Kill Ya", real sweet song.

1, 2, 1, 2, 3.

♪ Well baby I wrote this song for to kill ya ♪ ♪ Well, baby I wrote this song to see you gone ♪ ♪ And I hope these words will do the trick ♪ ♪ And the melody will stick in your head ♪ ♪ Drums, they pound 'til your dead ♪ ♪ Oh baby I wrote this song for to make ya ♪ ♪ Maybe I wrote this song to make you sing along ♪ ♪ And I hope you tap your little foot ♪ ♪ And raise your pretty hand and shake it out ♪ ♪ Saying how you almost knew the man ♪ ♪ Who wrote this song ♪ ♪ 1, 2, 3 you're gone ♪ (man calls out) ♪ And hope that it cuts you down ♪ ♪ And hope that it cuts you down ♪ ♪ And I hope that it cuts you down ♪ ♪ Well I hope that it cuts you down ♪ ♪ Baby I wrote this song 'cause I want ya ♪ ♪ Maybe I wrote this song ♪ ♪ 'Cause I don't need you anymore ♪ ♪ Oh baby, maybe is a word ♪ ♪ That people like to say to keep you hanging on ♪ ♪ When you're still in love ♪ ♪ But all alone and destitute ♪ ♪ And I'll say to you ♪ ♪ 1, 2, 3, you're gone ♪ ♪ Oh 1, 2, 3, you're gone ♪ ♪ 1, 2, 3, you're gone ♪ (audience applauds) - Thank you.

(happy music) ♪ You know I'm working everyday ♪ ♪ And getting home with bills to pay ♪ ♪ I'm singing all the bluest songs ♪ ♪ And I've got a kid that's on the way ♪ ♪ I've got nothin' to say, I got nothin' to say ♪ ♪ I got nothin' to say, I got nothin' to say ♪ ♪ I'll sleep when I'm dead ♪ ♪ I'm getting off on paid TV, I'm getting off an hour late ♪ ♪ I got everything it takes ♪ ♪ To be a wife in this day and age ♪ ♪ And I'm getting old, getting old ♪ ♪ Getting old, getting old ♪ ♪ Now I'm tired of getting tired ♪ ♪ It's getting old this getting tired ♪ ♪ My hands are getting tired ♪ ♪ I'm tired ♪ ♪ You know there's lots of stuff to do ♪ ♪ Nothing really here to see ♪ ♪ I've got a friend I see sometimes ♪ ♪ I've got a friend I see sometimes ♪ ♪ I got a hole, got a hole, got a hole right in my soul ♪ ♪ But I'm bound to patch it up any day ♪ ♪ And I'm tired of getting tired ♪ ♪ It's getting old this getting tired ♪ ♪ My hands are getting tired ♪ ♪ I'm tired ♪ ♪ Well I'm tired of getting tired ♪ ♪ Getting tired, it's getting old ♪ ♪ This getting tired, this getting tired ♪ ♪ And my hands, they're getting tired ♪ ♪ And I'm tired ♪ ♪ She sits alone ♪ ♪ All alone ♪ ♪ Wondering when they'll get home ♪ ♪ She sits alone ♪ ♪ All alone ♪ ♪ Wondering how she got here ♪ ♪ She sits alone ♪ ♪ All alone ♪ ♪ Wondering when he'll get home ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ I'm tired of getting tired ♪ ♪ It's getting old, this getting tired ♪ ♪ My hands are getting tired ♪ ♪ I'm tired ♪ ♪ I'm tired of getting tired ♪ ♪ It's getting old, this getting tired ♪ ♪ My hands are getting tired ♪ ♪ But I'm tired ♪ (audience applauds) - This one's called "Walking Into the Sun".

(happy music) It's huge in China.

♪ I've been dreaming of the Cumberland winds ♪ ♪ I've been waiting by ♪ ♪ Thinking too long, sitting inside ♪ ♪ Singing that song, trying to ride ♪ ♪ And I want walk to the second line ♪ ♪ I want to have the sun ♪ ♪ Shining on my red toes ♪ ♪ Shining off a slide trombone ♪ ♪ Singing that song, singing that song ♪ ♪ Baby's in back with the butter knife ♪ ♪ Slinging to the other side ♪ ♪ Well I'm dreaming of the west coast ♪ ♪ Getting drunk to the Rolling Stones.

♪ ♪ And I keep thinking of it every night ♪ ♪ Itching just to say goodbye ♪ ♪ Well I'm nothing like I used to be ♪ ♪ There ain't nothing hanging over me ♪ ♪ But the sun, the sun ♪ ♪ Walking into, walking into, walking into ♪ ♪ Walking into the sun ♪ ♪ Sunday ♪ ♪ Walking into, walking into, walking into ♪ ♪ Walking into the sun ♪ ♪ The 17 miles on a short line ♪ ♪ And watching the headlights roll ♪ ♪ On into the New York sky ♪ ♪ Falling off the interstate signs ♪ ♪ Then I keep thinking of it every night ♪ ♪ Itching just to say goodbye ♪ ♪ Oh I'm nothing like I used to be ♪ ♪ There ain't nothing hanging over me ♪ ♪ But the sun, the sun ♪ ♪ Walking into, walking into, walking into ♪ ♪ Walking into the sun, the sun ♪ ♪ Walking into, walking into ♪ ♪ Walking into, walking into the sun ♪ ♪ Now I've been dreaming of the Cumberland winds ♪ ♪ I've been waiting by ♪ ♪ Thinking too long ♪ ♪ Sitting inside, singing that song ♪ ♪ Trying to brag ♪ ♪ And I wanna walk to the second line ♪ ♪ I want to have the sun ♪ ♪ Shining on my red toes ♪ ♪ Shining off the slide trombone ♪ ♪ In the sun ♪ ♪ Sunday ♪ ♪ Walking into, walking into ♪ ♪ Walking into, walking into the sun ♪ ♪ The sun ♪ ♪ Walking into, walking into ♪ ♪ Walking into, walking into the sun ♪ (audience cheers and applauds) - Thank you.

- Thank you very much.

- Thanks.

- This next one is the one they call the secret song.

- So we'd love to tell you about it, but... - It's a secret.

- [Man] Yeah, it's a secret.

So we probably shouldn't sing it.

Here we go.

(bright music) Oh 1, 2, 3.

(bright music) ♪ Keep it simple, plain and straight ♪ ♪ Say a word and seal your fate ♪ ♪ Tell myself don't come complicate ♪ ♪ This too ♪ ♪ I got a secret for you ♪ ♪ Words be nimble, words be quick ♪ ♪ Words resemble stones and sticks ♪ ♪ And if they break your bones are fixed ♪ ♪ Then too, 'cause I've got a secret for you ♪ ♪ I love your hair and I love your face ♪ ♪ How delicious your lips must taste ♪ ♪ Love's forbidden, but it's a shame to waste too ♪ ♪ And got a secret for you ♪ ♪ Fallen ♪ ♪ Fallen ♪ ♪ Falling for ya ♪ ♪ Falling for ya ♪ ♪ Falling for ya ♪ ♪ Falling for ya ♪ ♪ Falling for ya, fall ♪ ♪ Time will tell 'cause he knows I won't ♪ ♪ I do what I do ♪ ♪ And I hate what I don't ♪ ♪ Keep it simple plain and true ♪ ♪ Yeah it's true ♪ ♪ Well I've got a secret, I've got a secret ♪ ♪ I got a secret for you ♪ (audience cheers and applauds) - Thank you.

All right.

(tambourine rattles) (bright music) ♪ I've got a rock and roll heart ♪ ♪ And a washed out mind ♪ ♪ And the life I want, I want to leave behind ♪ ♪ I've got a rock and roll heart and a washed out mind ♪ ♪ Well the Beatles and the Band, and the heroes I know ♪ ♪ The lure of the stage with the lights a glow ♪ ♪ But I got a pocket full of nothin' and a hobo's clothes ♪ ♪ Now you're over there on the other coast ♪ ♪ And I'm over here in a stinking show ♪ ♪ My words fill the room and come back untold ♪ ♪ Then the fear sets in ♪ ♪ I'm gonna die alone, alone, alone, alone ♪ ♪ Alone, alone, alone, alone ♪ ♪ Alone, alone, alone, alone ♪ ♪ Alone, alone, alone, alone ♪ ♪ I got a rock and roll heart ♪ ♪ And a washed out mind ♪ ♪ The life I want, I want to leave behind ♪ ♪ I've got a rock and roll heart, a rock and roll heart ♪ ♪ A rock and roll heart and a washed out mind ♪ (audience applauds) - Thank you.

- Thanks so much for looking back at this classic concert with us.

And don't forget to visit wskg.org/expressions to see more of this performance.

Until next time, I'm Adara Alston.

Goodnight.

(bright folk music)