[old film projector clicking] [push button clicks] - Going live in 20.

[tape machine whirring] - Roll cameras, roll record.

[instruments tuning} - You're ready and rolling.

[guitars tuning} - Ready lights.

- Rolling sound.

[electric guitar plays] - Audio has speed.

[saxophone plays notes] - Control room ready?

- Can you bring up guitar a little bit?

[electric guitar strums] - Let's go!

[drumsticks click] [machine button clicks] [cheering and applause] [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Riding on the San Joaquin ♪ ♪ Bringing in some Humboldt green ♪ ♪ Watch out for that bully ♪ ♪ He'll pick your pockets clean ♪ ♪ Toss him in Tehachapi ♪ ♪ When I get to Richmond, I'll be gold ♪ ♪ Soon as my suitcase is sold ♪ ♪ Till then, I'm rolling down the line ♪ ♪ Looking for the next high time ♪ ♪ Riding on the San Joaquin ♪ ♪ Well, San Joaquin's a mighty good line ♪ [harmonica plays] ♪ There's a mighty good chance she'll blow your mind ♪ [harmonica plays] ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ I'm looking for the next high time ♪ ♪ Riding on the San Joaquin ♪ - Get on the line now!

[upbeat Bluegrass guitar] - Woo!

[upbeat Bluegrass guitar] [crowd cheering] [upbeat Bluegrass harmonica] ♪ Whoa!

Police banging on the boxcar door ♪ [upbeat guitar playing] - Woo!

♪ Brakeman threw me overboard ♪ - Woo!

♪ 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 my suitcase is sold ♪ ♪ 'Til 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 ♪ ♪ 'Til I reach the end of the road ♪ [harmonica playing] - Yeah!

[harmonica playing] [guitar playing] - Woo!

[upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Riding on the San Joaquin ♪ ♪ Fastest you ever seen.

♪ [harmonica riff] ♪ 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 ♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] - Woo!

[applause and cheering] [guitar strumming] ♪ Well, I'm ridin' up Fifth Street, ♪ ♪ I'm comin' up Main.

♪ ♪ I tried to bum a nickel for to buy cocaine.

♪ ♪ Cocaine's gonna kill my honey dead ♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Now won't you tell it to me, tell it to me, ♪ ♪ Drink the corn liquor, ♪ ♪ Let the cocaine be.

♪ ♪ Cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] - See, this is the first of many songs that we're gonna do tonight that aren't really appropriate on PBS, but we're gonna sing 'em with gusto.

[crowd cheers] [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Well, I sniff coke, I sniff it in the wind.

♪ ♪ The doc he says it'll kill me but he can't say when.

♪ ♪ Cocaine's gonna kill my honey dead.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Won't you to tell it to me, ♪ ♪ Tell it to me, ♪ ♪ Drink the corn liquor, let the cocaine be.

♪ ♪ Cocaine's gonna kill my honey dead.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] - Go, Molly, go!

[upbeat guitar solo] [harmonica chugging] ♪ Well, I sniffed coke before I died.

♪ ♪ You know that I've been dippin' coke ♪ ♪ And it took my life, honey ♪ ♪ Cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Now won't you tell it to me, ♪ ♪ Tell it to me, ♪ ♪ Drink the corn liquor, let the cocaine be.

♪ ♪ Cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead.

♪ [upbeat harmonica solo] [guitar strumming] ♪ Well, all them rounders that think they're tough.

♪ ♪ Got to feed their women on the beer and the stuff.

♪ ♪ Cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead.

Whooo... ♪ ♪ Oh, won't you tell it to me, tell it to me, ♪ ♪ Drink the corn liquor let the cocaine be.

♪ ♪ Cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Won't you tell it to me, tell it to me, ♪ ♪ Drink the corn liquor let the cocaine be.

♪ ♪ Cocaine is gonna kill my mama, honey dead.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] [cheering and applause] - Oh, ain't it the truth now?

[cheering and applause] - All right, well, hello everyone.

- My name's Molly, this is Ketch.

- We are- [chuckles] [cheering and applause] here at Analog, and, um, this is kind of a rare occurrence for us.

- We have our own bands.

- We're usually just kind of, you know, ships in the night, both on our own tours.

- But, um, we thought it would be fun to get together and do a rare duo show for you all here at our hometown in Nashville.

[applause] - Well, I'm so glad you invited me to be a part of that duo show, Molly.

[laughing] - Of course.

- Thanks for inviting me to be a part of this duo show.

- Well, of course.

I mean, and I thought we might do, one of those songs that really make it a duo show, the, ah, the duet.

- Ah 1, 2, 3... [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ 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?

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Well, I'm riding shotgun through prairies and plains.

♪ ♪ You say, "How pretty."

I'm thinkin', "How strange."

♪ ♪ It feels to follow this sinkin' ship down.

♪ ♪ Maybe the mountains will turn us around.

♪ ♪ When all that remains is the gas in the tank, ♪ ♪ The tread on the tires, what's left in the bank.

♪ ♪ Sometimes the road is the best remedy ♪ ♪ For the love that's grown old, ♪ ♪ Try some new scenery.

♪ ♪ So, how many more miles to Yosemite?

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ 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.

♪ ♪ Now, we're somewhere stuck in between.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Now we're running on fuel, and 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?

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] [cheering and applause] - All right, we're going to sing one for you now that, ah, came out on a record, I-I recorded here in Nashville, wrote the song with Mr. David Rawlins, it's inspired by Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger and all of those great folk icons like Malvina Reynolds who sang, "little boxes on the hillside "and they're all made out of a ticky tacky "little boxes, little boxes, "and they all look just the same."

- Well, I want to look the same too, like all my folk music heroes, be just like 'em, and sing songs like this one.

[strums banjo] [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ I hear the crying of the hungry, ♪ ♪ In the deserts where they're wandering.

♪ ♪ I hear 'em crying out, ♪ ♪ For heaven's own benevolence upon them.

♪ ♪ I hear destructive power prevailing, ♪ ♪ I hear fools, falsely hailing.

♪ ♪ To the crooked wits of tyrants when they call.

♪ ♪ I hear them all, I hear them all, ♪ ♪ I hear them all.

♪ ♪ I hear the sound of tearing pages, ♪ ♪ And the roar of burning paper.

♪ ♪ All the crimes and acquisition, ♪ ♪ Turn to air and ash and vapor.

♪ ♪ And the rattle of the shackle, ♪ ♪ Far beyond emancipators, ♪ ♪ Here the lowliest will gather in their stalls.

♪ ♪ I hear them all, I hear them all, ♪ ♪ I hear them all.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ So, while you sit and whistle Dixie, ♪ ♪ With your money and your power.

♪ ♪ I can hear the flowers a-growing, ♪ ♪ From the rubble of the towers.

♪ ♪ I hear leaders quit their lying.

♪ ♪ And I hear babies quit their crying, ♪ ♪ I hear soldiers quit their dying.

♪ ♪ One and all.

♪ ♪ Yes, I do.

♪ ♪ I hear them all, I hear them all, ♪ ♪ I hear them all.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ As I went walkin', ♪ ♪ Down a ribbon of highway, ♪ ♪ I saw above me, ♪ ♪ The endless skyway.

♪ ♪ I saw below me, ♪ ♪ The golden valley.

♪ ♪ This land was made for you and me.

♪ - Help us sing!

♪ This land is your land, ♪ ♪ This land is my land, ♪ ♪ From California to the New York Islands.

♪ ♪ From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters ♪ ♪ This land was made for you and me.

♪ ♪ Yes, it was.

♪ ♪ I hear them all, I hear them all, ♪ ♪ I hear them a-a-all.

♪ - Yeah!

[cheering] ♪ I hear them all, I hear them all, ♪ ♪ I hear them all.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] [cheering and applause] - Alright, we're going to do one we wrote together.

This was for, um, a record I made a few years ago called, "Crooked Tree."

And so many of the songs we wrote together- [light applause and cheer] - Thank you.

Um, so many of the songs Ketch and I wrote together inspired me to go back to, kind of, my roots and make this Bluegrass record and now, that's, kind of, what I've been doing the last few years.

So, this is one of the songs that- [strums guitar] started it all, called, "She'll Change."

[strums guitar] - 1, 2, 3, 4.

[upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ She don't worry about tomorrow.

♪ ♪ She's got plenty on her mind.

♪ ♪ Don't have to beg, steal, or borrow.

♪ ♪ Just snaps her little fingers and they all stand in line.

♪ ♪ She never heard the word 'division.'

♪ ♪ She don't defend, she don't deny.

♪ ♪ Well, in her reach, ♪ ♪ She's got every single piece ♪ ♪ That she needs to survive.

♪ ♪ And a dagger by her side.

♪ ♪ She can paint the sun at midnight.

♪ ♪ Roll out the moon at the break of day.

♪ ♪ One woman, many wonders.

♪ ♪ One road, many ways.

♪ ♪ Just when you think you know her, she'll change.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ She knows just how to turn your tables.

♪ ♪ She'll leave you tongue-tied talking rhyme.

♪ ♪ And notice when she tells the fable.

♪ ♪ She'll have you hanging, ♪ ♪ Like a picture of a fool off every line.

♪ ♪ Don't look too careful or you'll miss her.

♪ ♪ She lights up every silver screen.

♪ ♪ And if you dare to wish her well, ♪ ♪ You better watch yourself.

♪ ♪ Cause all bets are off.

♪ ♪ She'll take you for everything.

♪ ♪ She can paint the sun at midnight.

♪ ♪ Roll out the moon at the break of day.

♪ ♪ One woman, many wonders, ♪ ♪ One road, many ways.

♪ ♪ Just when you think you know her, she'll change.

♪ ♪ If you're so fortunate to love her, ♪ ♪ Don't let a moment pass you by.

♪ ♪ 'Cause time's running thin, ♪ ♪ She'll be on the move again, ♪ ♪ Before you even say the word 'goodbye-e-e' ♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ She can paint the sun at midnight.

♪ ♪ Roll out the moon at the break of day.

♪ ♪ One woman, many wonders.

♪ ♪ One road, many ways.

♪ ♪ Just when you think you know her, she'll change.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] [applause and cheering] - 1, 2, 3.

[upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ There's a big change a-comin' ♪ ♪ to the South, and you know, ♪ ♪ We got a modern way of livin', ♪ ♪ But there's room to grow.

♪ ♪ We used to grow tobacco by the bushel or bale, ♪ ♪ But now there's something better and it sure does sell ♪ ♪ Hey, mister senator now what will it be?

♪ ♪ Put up a down home dispensary in Tennessee.

♪ ♪ Hello, legislator the voters have spoken.

♪ ♪ There's too much politickin' and not enough tokin' ♪ ♪ It's an economic, agricultural wonder.

♪ ♪ So legalize the southland, and roll us a number.

♪ ♪ Hey, mister senator, now what'll it be?

♪ ♪ Put up a down home dispensary in Tennessee.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] - Yeah!

[upbeat Bluegrass music] [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ All across the nation, states are going green.

♪ ♪ Illinois to Oklahoma everywhere in between.

♪ ♪ High Rocky Mountains to the Blue Ridge Hills.

♪ ♪ They're rakin' in a big pile to pay all their bills.

♪ ♪ So mister senator now what'll it be?

♪ ♪ Put up a down home dispensary in Tennessee.

♪ ♪ Hello legislator the voters have spoken.

♪ ♪ There's too much politickin' and there's not enough tokin' ♪ ♪ It's an incredible medical wonder.

♪ ♪ So legalize the southland and roll us a number.

♪ ♪ Hey mister senator now what'll it be?

♪ ♪ Put up a down home dispensary in Tennessee.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] - Go!

[upbeat Bluegrass music] [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ So all you politicians up on Capitol Hill, ♪ ♪ Quit your side steppin' and spark up a bill.

♪ ♪ Growing the economy is good for all.

♪ ♪ So let's grow it by the pound and make it legal y'all.

♪ ♪ Don't wait for Alabam' or Kentucky.

♪ ♪ Put up a down home dispensary in Tennessee.

♪ ♪ Hello legislator the voters have spoken.

♪ ♪ There's too much politickin' and not enough tokin' ♪ ♪ March up to congress shout it like thunder.

♪ ♪ Let's legalize the southland and roll us a number.

♪ ♪ Hey mister senator now what'll it be?

♪ ♪ Put up a down home dispensary in Tennessee.

♪ ♪ Put up a down home dispensary in Tennessee.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] [cheering and applause] [somber Bluegrass music] [somber Bluegrass music] ♪ 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 whisperin' 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 ♪ [somber Bluegrass music] ♪ 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 whisperin' 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 ♪ [somber Bluegrass music] [somber Bluegrass music] ♪ 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 whisperin' 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.

♪ [somber Bluegrass music] [somber Bluegrass music] [upbeat Bluegrass music] [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ In the Blue Ridge Mountains with the whisperin' 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.

♪ [somber Bluegrass music] [somber Bluegrass music] [applause and cheering] [upbeat Bluegrass music] [upbeat Bluegrass music] - Ha!

Ha!

[upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Ah-h-h you may call me a rover, I have rambled around ♪ ♪ But I'll quit my roamin' when I get to Nashville town ♪ ♪ You may call me a liar, or a hard-headed fool ♪ ♪ But I'm burnin' into Memphis on a flop-eared mule ♪ ♪ I'm Tennessee bound, bound, bound ♪ ♪ Bound, bound, bound ♪ ♪ Good Lord, I'm Tennessee bound, ahhh!

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Come a rollin' down the mountain, ♪ ♪ There's a girl of fourteen.

♪ ♪ She's the sweetest apple blossom, ♪ ♪ Just a hillbilly queen.

♪ ♪ I'm a comin' round the mountain, ♪ ♪ Don't you try to follow me.

♪ ♪ I'm gonna be her daddy when I get to Tennessee.

♪ ♪ Tennessee, bound, bound, bound.

♪ ♪ Bound, bound, bound.

♪ ♪ Good Lord, I'm Tennessee bound.

♪ - Sing it again now.

♪ Bound, bound, bound, bound, bound, bound ♪ ♪ Good Lord, I'm Tennessee, bound.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Ooh-ooh, Tennessee bound.

♪ ♪ Ooh-ooh, Tennessee bound.

♪ ♪ Well, they say the stars in Texas ♪ ♪ Surely shine, shine, shine.

♪ ♪ But I'd trade them all to taste a drop of mulberry wine ♪ ♪ I'm a coming through the desert, ♪ ♪ If I have to, I will crawl ♪ ♪ There's a paradise a-waiting once we get through Arkansas.

♪ I'm Tennessee bound, bound, bound ♪ ♪ Bound, bound, bound.

♪ ♪ Good Lord, I'm Tennessee bound.

♪ ♪ I'm Tennessee bound, bound, bound, ♪ ♪ Bound, bound, bound.

♪ ♪ Good Lord, I'm Tennessee bound.

♪ - Bring her on home now.

[upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Gallop all the way back home.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] - Woo-woo!

[upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Ooh-ooh, Tennessee bound.

♪ ♪ Ooh-ooh, Tennessee bound.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Ooh-ooh, Tennessee bound.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Ooh-ooh, Tennessee bound.

♪ - Ha!

ha!

ha!

ha!

ha!

ha!

[cheering and applause] - A lot of eyes have been glued to, ah, Nashville PBS and-and lots of other channels that have been reminding everybody around, uh, Middle Tennessee, and around the nation, and around the world, that the United States of America has got a little problem with gun violence.

And, uh, uh, I've been thinking a lot about that, especially since the shooting that happened at the Covenant School, uh, back on, ah, March, uh, 27th, in, uh, the year 2000 and, uh, -23.

Anyhow, um, ever since then, I've just sort of realized that enough is enough for me.

So that means I'm gonna do something about it, and I won't quit doing it, until I see something change about it.

[applause and cheering] And it's really a matter of when enough is enough for a lot of other people, because I'm just one but, it is enough for me.

It's long been enough.

And, uh, so I've just been out there working, um, you know, my regular hustle of bringing together the disparate ends of society and getting them all drunk in the front row.

[laughter] And dancing and cavorting and probably hooking up after the show.

[laughter] - So, um, I look out at my crowd and I think, "Well, hell, why can't we get together for the safety of American children?"

Why, you know, I got- [applause] two different parties.

I got donkeys and elephants getting it on in the front row, y'all.

[laughter] - But the things that, ah, "rock me mama like a wagon wheel" will make you do are different than the things about coming together, about, uh, prioritizing the safety of our communities.

So anyway, we're working on that, and here's a song to help you do it.

[guitars strumming] [gentle Bluegrass music] [gentle Bluegrass music] ♪ I woke up this morning, it was Groundhog Day.

♪ ♪ I saw the same black veil on a crying face ♪ ♪ and a flag flying halfway ♪ ♪ But this time it was people I know ♪ ♪ Gunned down in a minute or so ♪ ♪ Only God knows when it'll stop ♪ ♪ But these thoughts and prayers they ain't enough ♪ ♪ Louder than guns, ♪ ♪ More powerful than bullets flying.

♪ ♪ It's the voice rising up saying it's about time ♪ ♪ We put the last nail in the coffin.

♪ ♪ We put the last body in the ground ♪ ♪ We're calling on every town, ♪ ♪ Shout louder than guns.

♪ [gentle Bluegrass music] ♪ There's a law on a dusty scroll ♪ ♪ from a feather pen.

♪ ♪ It says every man's right to defend ♪ ♪ shall not be infringed.

♪ ♪ But this time, I don't agree ♪ ♪ That a man should have his own army ♪ ♪ More than an American child should live in sweet harmony ♪ ♪ Singin' louder than guns ♪ ♪ More powerful than bullets flying ♪ ♪ It's the voice rising up saying it's about time ♪ ♪ We put the last nail in the coffin ♪ ♪ We put the last body in the ground ♪ ♪ We're callin' on every town ♪ ♪ Shout louder than guns ♪ [gentle Bluegrass music] ♪ I don't wanna wake up on another Groundhog Day.

♪ ♪ No, I don't wanna hear another ♪ ♪ Rat-a-tat-tat-tat echo down the hallway ♪ ♪ 'Cause freedom's just another word ♪ ♪ For letting every voice be heard ♪ ♪ Every heart, every hand ♪ ♪ And every town take a stand ♪ ♪ Sing louder than guns ♪ ♪ More powerful than bullets flying ♪ ♪ Is the voice rising up saying it's about time ♪ ♪ We put the last nail in the coffin ♪ ♪ We put the last body in the ground ♪ ♪ We're calling on every town to shout ♪ ♪ Louder than guns ♪ [gentle Bluegrass music] ♪ Louder than guns ♪ [gentle Bluegrass music] ♪ Louder than guns ♪ [cheering and applause] - All right!

[cheering and applause] [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Hanging out with Lars down on 6th street.

♪ ♪ He knew that I was in trouble.

♪ ♪ I was feeling much like the devil.

♪ ♪ There was something burning deep inside of me.

♪ ♪ I ran into three Puerto Ricans.

♪ ♪ These girls took us to the fun house ♪ ♪ Where we played a lonely pinball machine.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Hanging on the corner of 52nd and Broadway.

♪ ♪ The cars pass me by ♪ ♪ But none seem to go my way ♪ ♪ And New York City, well, I wish I was on the highway.

♪ ♪ Goin' back to Olympia ♪ ♪ I'm having a hard time understanding ♪ ♪ It gets all too demanding ♪ ♪ She's all gone and I'm stranded ♪ ♪ Something burning deep inside of me ♪ ♪ And all I know is it's 4:00 o'clock, eh, ♪ ♪ And she ain't never showed up and ♪ ♪ I watched a thousand people go home from work ♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Hanging on the corner of 52nd and Broadway ♪ ♪ The cars pass me by ♪ ♪ But none seem to go my way.

♪ ♪ At New York City ♪ ♪ Well, I wish I was on the highway ♪ ♪ Back to Olympia ♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] [upbeat Bluegrass music] [cheering, light applause] ♪ How many times will it take me ♪ ♪ Before I go crazy?

♪ ♪ Before I lose everything ♪ ♪ Something burning deep inside of me ♪ ♪ I ran into three Puerto Ricans ♪ ♪ These girls took us to the fun house ♪ ♪ I don't want to be alone again.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Hanging on the corner of 52nd and Broadway.

♪ ♪ The cars pass me by, ♪ ♪ But none of them seem to go my way ♪ ♪ And New York City, ♪ ♪ Well, I wish I was on the highway ♪ ♪ Back to Olympia ♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] [upbeat Bluegrass music] [cheering and applause] - Ah, we're gonna do one now.

This is a song that I wrote with my pal, Melody Walker, who lives here in Nashville.

And we wrote this song 'cause both of us grew up feeling, you know, sometimes like we didn't belong, feeling different from the other kids in school.

And so we wrote this song all about celebrating who you are, standing proud to be yourself.

This is for all the crooked trees out there, here at Analog and on Nashville PBS.

[chuckles] [applause] [guitar and banjo strumming] - Are you ready?

[upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ 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 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 ♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ 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 ♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] [upbeat Bluegrass music] The perfect trees were driven Down the mountain to the mill.

♪ They turned them into toothpicks ♪ ♪ And a 20-dollar bill ♪ ♪ It seemed the more the people took ♪ ♪ The more they needed still in the end ♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ 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 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 ♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ 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 ♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ 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 ♪ [cheering and applause] - Thank you [cheering and applause] - One of the things that-that uh, that I first noticed about Molly Tuttle was that she could do a lot more than pick a guitar.

[banjo strumming] (Audience member) "Yeah."

[Molly chuckles] - In fact, she could play that old-timey claw hammer banjo better than anybody else I knew.

[Molly chuckles] [banjo strums] [fiddle plays] - All right, here we go [upbeat Bluegrass music] [upbeat Bluegrass music] - One more!

[upbeat Bluegrass music] [upbeat Bluegrass music] [applause and cheers] [upbeat Bluegrass music] - Well, let's see if we can get 'em clapping their hands on public television at home.

♪ Hey, dogs (Hey, dogs) ♪ ♪ Hey, banjo (Hey, banjo) ♪ ♪ Hey, dogs (Hey, dogs) ♪ ♪ Hey, banjo (Hey, banjo) ♪ ♪ Tell me what you need in the whole wide world ♪ ♪ Tell me what you need, my pretty little girl ♪ ♪ Hey, dogs ♪ ♪ Hey, banjo ♪ ♪ Hot coffee (Hot coffee) ♪ ♪ Sweet tea (Sweet tea) ♪ ♪ Hot coffee (Hot coffee) ♪ ♪ Sweet tea (Sweet tea) ♪ ♪ Oh, tell me what you need in the whole wide world ♪ ♪ Tell me what you need, my pretty little girl?

♪ ♪ Hot coffee ♪ ♪ Sweet tea ♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Good lovin' (Good lovin') ♪ ♪ Hard times (Hard times) ♪ ♪ Good lovin' (Good lovin') ♪ ♪ Hard times (Hard times) ♪ ♪ Tell me what you need in the whole wide world ♪ ♪ What you need, my pretty little girl?

♪ ♪ Good livin' ♪ ♪ Hard times ♪ ♪ Hey, dogs (Hey, dogs) ♪ ♪ Hey, banjo (Hey, banjo) ♪ ♪ Hey, dogs (Hey, dogs) ♪ ♪ Hey, banjo (Hey, banjo) ♪ ♪ Tell me what you need in the whole wide world ♪ ♪ Tell me what you need, my pretty little girl?

♪ ♪ Hey, dogs ♪ ♪ Hey, banjo ♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] - Ha!

- Yeah!

[upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ All mornin' (All mornin') ♪ ♪ All night (All night) ♪ ♪ All mornin' (All mornin') ♪ ♪ All night (All night) ♪ ♪ Come on boy, don't hesitate.

♪ ♪ Kiss a pretty girl before it's too late.

♪ ♪ All mornin' ♪ ♪ All night ♪ ♪ Hey, dogs (Hey, dogs) ♪ ♪ Hey, banjo (Hey, banjo) ♪ ♪ Hey, dogs (Hey, dogs) ♪ ♪ Hey, banjo (Hey, banjo) ♪ ♪ Tell me what you need in the whole wide world ♪ ♪ Tell me what you need, my pretty little girl ♪ ♪ Hey, dogs ♪ ♪ Hey, banjo [Ketch does dog howl] ♪ [applause and cheering] - All right!

[applause and cheering] - A lot's changed since I came to town with a guitar and a dream.

But my dream ain't changed an iota.

Some of the cast of characters has changed 'Cause, of course, they're not here no more.

When I got to Nashville, Roy Acuff had already left the building.

And now, this year alone, we've already had to say farewell to so many of the great progenitors of the music that we make here in Nashville.

And, uh, if we can, I'd like to dedicate this song to Mr. Kris Kristofferson [applause and cheering] [gentle Bluegrass music] [gentle Bluegrass music] ♪ Headed down south to the land of the pine, ♪ ♪ Thumbin' my way to North Caroline ♪ ♪ Starin' up the road I pray to God that I see headlights ♪ ♪ And I made it down the coast in the 17 hours, ♪ ♪ I'm pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers ♪ ♪ Well, I'm hoping for Raleigh, ♪ ♪ I can see my baby tonight ♪ ♪ So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel ♪ ♪ Rock me mama any way you feel ♪ ♪ Hey, mama rock me ♪ [gentle Bluegrass music] ♪ Rock me mama like the wind and the rain ♪ ♪ Rock me mama like a southbound train ♪ ♪ Hey, mama rock me ♪ [gentle Bluegrass music] [gentle Bluegrass music] ♪ I'm runnin' from the cold up in New England ♪ ♪ I was born to be a fiddler ♪ ♪ in an old-time string band ♪ ♪ Baby plays the guitar, ♪ ♪ I pick a banjo now ♪ ♪ All of them North country winters been a-gettin' to me.

♪ ♪ And I lost my money playin' poker.♪ ♪ So, I had to up and leave ♪ ♪ I ain't a-turning back to live that old life no more ♪ ♪ No, no.

♪ ♪ So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel ♪ ♪ Rock me mama anyway you feel ♪ ♪ Hey, mama rock me ♪ ♪ Rock me mama like the wind and the rain ♪ ♪ Rock me mama like a southbound train ♪ ♪ Hey, mama rock me oh, yeah!

♪ [gentle Bluegrass music] [gentle Bluegrass music] ♪ Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke ♪ ♪ Caught a trucker out of Philly ♪ ♪ Had a nice long toke ♪ ♪ But he's a-headed west from the Cumberland Gap ♪ ♪ To Johnson City, Tennessee ♪ ♪ I gotta get a move on before the sun ♪ ♪ I hear my baby callin' my name ♪ ♪ I know that she's the only one ♪ ♪ And if I die in Raleigh at least I will die free ♪ ♪ So, rock me mama like a wagon wheel ♪ ♪ Rock me mama any way you feel ♪ ♪ Hey, mama rock me ♪ ♪ Oh, rock me mama like the wind and the rain ♪ ♪ Rock me mama like a southbound train.

♪ ♪ Hey, mama rock me, yeah!

♪ [gentle Bluegrass music] [gentle Bluegrass music] - This would be a good time to start thinking about making a pledge for public television.

[gentle Bluegrass music] [applause and cheering] - All right!

[applause and cheering] - Thank you all so much!

[applause and cheering] - Well, let's do at least one, uh, tune that we wrote back home in East Nashville for all the folks tuned in, wherever- Whatever public station they're, they're tuning in on, public television is a great uniter of these United States.

It brings us all together.

Around the glow of the TV set, it brings multi-generations, young and old, all together, to learn, to love, and to be in community with one another.

So, thank you, public television.

[applause and cheering] [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ My backyard is an Illinois farm ♪ ♪ And 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 ♪ ♪ And 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 into the big backyard.

♪ ♪ It ain't mine, it ain't yours, it's all of ours.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ 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.

♪ ♪ But 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.

♪ ♪ That's 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 into 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 got to live here ♪ ♪ However you march to the beat of your drum, ♪ ♪ Everyone shining in the big backyard.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Now, 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 into the big backyard.

♪ ♪ It ain't mine, it ain't yours, it's all of ours.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Out in the big backyard ♪ ♪ It's all of ours.

♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] - Thank you all so much.

We hope to see you again real soon.

[applause and cheering] - That's Molly Tuttle on the guitar for ya!

[applause and cheering] - And that's Ketch Secor!

[applause and cheering] [upbeat Bluegrass music] ♪ Ooooh, out in the big backyard ♪ [upbeat Bluegrass music] [applause and cheering] - Thank you so much.

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