announcer: "Live from The Old Steeple" presents Sunny Sweeney and Brennen Leigh.

♪ 'Cause we are so different ♪ till one day I heard you ♪ cranking up the hag.

♪ You like country music, do you?

♪ What if I do?

What's it to you?

♪ ♪ Well, if you like country music, ♪ ♪ then I guess you're not so bad.

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♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Leaving's hard.

♪ Trust me, it's really been.

♪ It'll shake you, damn near break you.

♪ ♪ It always has.

♪ You don't go until you're praying to break even, ♪ ♪ until staying's worse than leaving.

♪ ♪ God knows we tried everything that we could do.

♪ ♪ You can keep your pride ♪ and blame me if you need to.

♪ Even though this freedom feels a lot like treason, ♪ ♪ I know staying's worse than leaving.

♪ ♪ It's got to get better.

♪ It can't get worse.

♪ Hope it's a blessing, not a curse.

♪ ♪ I don't care who passes judgment on my reasons.

♪ ♪ I know staying's worse than leaving.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ It's got to get better.

♪ It can't get worse.

♪ Hope it's a blessing, not a curse.

♪ ♪ I don't care who passes judgment on my reasons.

♪ ♪ I know staying's worse than leaving.

♪ ♪ Both our hearts let go a long time ago.

♪ ♪ Words leave scars ♪ and Lord knows they heal slow.

♪ ♪ Our love died ♪ but somehow we are both still breathing.

♪ ♪ I just hope someday we'll look back on this grieving ♪ ♪ and say staying's worse than leaving.

♪ ♪ Yeah, that staying's worse than leaving.

♪ ♪ Yeah, that staying's worse than leaving.

♪♪ Sunny Sweeney: Thank you.

Brennen Leigh: I wrote this one about my dad who grew up on a dairy farm in New Rockford, North Dakota in the 1950s.

When he was 8 years old, his dad Willis let him drive the family's tractor--the family's John Deere H model tractor for the very first time by himself, and I wrote this from my dad's point of view to the best of my ability.

He said it was accurate.

So I'll send this one out to my cousins who are here.

This is called "The John Deere H." ♪♪♪ ♪ I close my eyes and a wide blue sky ♪ ♪ is spreading out before me ♪ and I'm hearing that old engine ♪ ♪ crank again in all its glory.

♪ ♪ It's a faded memory that I go back to ♪ ♪ now and then.

♪ I'd give my right arm to be on that farm ♪ ♪ with the John Deere H again.

♪ The John Deere H was a row crop tractor.

♪ ♪ Ours was a '43.

♪ And I was still too young to drive, ♪ ♪ but I knew she was made for me.

♪ ♪ It would be like heaven to start her up ♪ ♪ and till that stubborn ground, ♪ ♪ but I'd climb up on the metal seat ♪ ♪ and make up my own tractor sounds like this.

♪ [tractor sounds] ♪♪♪ ♪ The H was made in a factory down in Waterloo, ♪ ♪ but my dad had got her secondhand ♪ ♪ from some folks that we knew.

♪ ♪ She wasn't sleek and she wasn't fast, ♪ ♪ took a while to get her going, ♪ ♪ but she beat a horse and a handheld plow ♪ ♪ for cutting hay and hoeing.

♪ And then to my surprise he said one night, ♪ ♪ "Boy, it's time you got to learning."

♪ ♪ Then he showed me how to check the spark ♪ ♪ and set that flywheel turning.

♪ ♪ I was only 8 years old.

♪ I had to stand to reach the pedals, ♪ ♪ but I was so proud you'd have thought ♪ ♪ that I'd just won some kind of medal.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ In the spring she pulled a corn planter ♪ ♪ in the newly thawed-out ground, ♪ ♪ and at harvest time she'd help make hay ♪ ♪ before the fields turned brown.

♪ ♪ She cut alfalfa with a sickle mower.

♪ ♪ The sweet smell filled the sky.

♪ ♪ And in dreams at night we'd still be working, ♪ ♪ the John Deere H and I.

♪ Well, that old machine was a farm kid's dream.

♪ ♪ None like her before or after, but we let her go ♪ ♪ in hopes of knowing so-called greener pastures.

♪ ♪ Though I've been around the world ♪ ♪ my life's the envy of most men, ♪ ♪ I'd give my right hand for that piece of land ♪ ♪ and the John Deere H again.

♪ I'd give my right arm to be on that farm ♪ ♪ with the John Deere H again.

♪♪♪ Brennen: Thank you very much.

Sunny: I love it.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ How'd I end up lonely again?

♪ Why's misery such a damn good friend?

♪ ♪ For worse or for better forever ain't supposed to end.

♪ ♪ How'd I end up lonely again?

♪ How'd I end up lonely again?

♪ Another wrong turn, another dead end.

♪ ♪ A train wreck bound to happen, ♪ ♪ riding rails love has bent.

♪ How'd I end up lonely again?

Sunny: Now here's where a amazing guitar solo goes.

♪♪♪ Sunny: She always got my back.

Always.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Broken record, broken soul.

♪ Heavy heart, heavy load.

♪ Empty bottles, empty promises.

♪ ♪ I got enough to go around.

♪ Hollow words, hollow eyes.

♪ No good mornings, no goodbyes.

♪ ♪ It's just me and the blues ♪ and a lonesome sound.

♪ How'd I end up lonely again?

♪ No TV, just four walls closing in.

♪ ♪ Hell, I'd take a neighbor knocking ♪ ♪ or a phone call from a friend.

♪ ♪ How'd I end up lonely again?

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Sunny: Thank you.

Brennen: This is called "If Tommy Duncan's Voice was Booze."

♪♪♪ ♪ Once I had a rowdy streak ♪ ♪ wilder than a Texas game ♪ throwing them down in old Fort Worth town ♪ ♪ and waking in the Waco jail.

♪ I've been sober 15 years.

♪ I walk a real straight line.

♪ But if Tommy Duncan's voice was booze, ♪ ♪ I'd stay drunk all the time.

♪♪♪ ♪ If I was a Gulf Coast voodoo queen, ♪ ♪ I'd make you fall in love with me.

♪ ♪ If I was a hound, I'd track you on down ♪ ♪ and put you up a live oak tree.

♪ ♪ If standing me up cost you 1 cent, ♪ ♪ then I'd have a Yankee dime.

♪ And if Tommy Duncan's voice was booze, ♪ ♪ I'd stay drunk all the time.

♪♪♪ ♪ If I had an old cast iron stove, I'd whip us up ♪ ♪ a rhubarb pie with berries and cream.

♪ ♪ Wouldn't that be a dream?

♪ Then I could lay right down and die.

♪ ♪ And if I had a time machine, I'd set it to '39.

♪ ♪ And if Tommy Duncan's voice was booze, ♪ ♪ I'd stay drunk all the time, ♪ all the time, all the time.

♪ And if Tommy Duncan's voice was booze, ♪ ♪ I'd stay drunk all the time.

♪ Oh, Lord.

♪ Brennen: Thank you.

Sunny: This is called "But You Like Country Music."

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I saw you pull up next door in your Subaru.

♪ ♪ Bet that thing runs on veggie oil.

♪ ♪ Strapped to the top were some trash bags ♪ ♪ and a big canoe, shovel, ♪ and a couple bags of top soil.

♪ ♪ I bet you're probably growing marijuana ♪ ♪ in that big organic garden in your yard.

♪ ♪ You walk around in sandals and pajamas.

♪ ♪ Was getting dressed really all that hard?

♪ ♪ Well, I'm surprised you even saw me ♪ ♪ from where you're sitting.

♪ Behind that 747 in your drive.

♪ ♪ That's the greenest grass I think I've ever seen.

♪ ♪ It's probably from all the dangerous pesticides.

♪ ♪ You seem like you'd have a doomsday compound ♪ ♪ full of firearms, ammunition, and canned foods.

♪ ♪ That anxious paranoia really gets me down.

♪ ♪ You're clearly watching way too much Fox News.

♪ ♪ I was going to keep my distance ♪ ♪ 'cause we are so different ♪ 'til one day I heard you cranking up the hag.

♪ ♪ You like country music, do you?

♪ ♪ What if I do?

What's it to you?

♪ ♪ Well, if you like country music, then I guess you're not so bad.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Whatever you've got I hope it's not contagious.

♪ ♪ I like you even though you're so uptight ♪ ♪ 'cause your record collection covers all the bases ♪ ♪ from Kitty Wells all the way on down to Dwight.

♪ ♪ I'll ignore all of those hippie bumper stickers ♪ ♪ and that Ronald Reagan poster on your wall.

♪ Sunny: He had nice hair.

♪ It's true that we've got nothing in common, ♪ ♪ but a love of country music conquers all.

♪ ♪ I was going to keep my distance ♪ ♪ 'cause we are so different ♪ 'til one day I heard you cranking up the hag.

♪ ♪ You like country music, do you?

♪ ♪ What if I do?

What's it to you?

♪ ♪ Well, if you like country music, ♪ ♪ then I guess you're not so bad.

♪ ♪ You like country music, do you?

♪ ♪ What if I do?

What's it to you?

♪ ♪ Well, if you like country music, ♪ ♪ then I guess you're not so bad.

♪ ♪♪♪ Sunny: Willie Nelson for president.

Brennen: All right, Willie, vote for Willie.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Are you still taking them pills?

♪ ♪ Are they still giving you thrills?

♪ ♪ Does your coat still sound like a maraca ♪ ♪ when you're walking up and down ♪ ♪ around the Tennessee hills?

♪ The prescription that you're taking ♪ ♪ to the pharmacist is written ♪ on a stack of $20 bills.

♪ Uh-huh, are you still taking them pills?

♪ ♪ I remember back when we used to take them ♪ ♪ and we'd feel them start to kicking in.

♪ ♪ At first we'd feel a tingle, then we'd feel a prickle ♪ ♪ like there's something crawling on my skin.

♪ ♪ I think they almost made us feel a little happy.

♪ ♪ I think they nearly made us feel like we belong.

♪ ♪ They set us working on something for an entire day, ♪ ♪ then we'd talk about it all night long.

♪ ♪ Are you still taking them pills?

♪ ♪ Are they still giving you thrills?

♪ ♪ Do you still feel like you're getting prodded ♪ ♪ by 100,000 nasty little porcupine quills?

♪ ♪ Your mind is like a cyclone needing satisfaction, ♪ ♪ empties out as quick as it fills.

♪ ♪ Uh-huh, are you still taking them pills?

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Ain't it strange the way time can change a person?

♪ ♪ Just yesterday it seems like we were getting high.

♪ ♪ Now I've been clean for years, ♪ ♪ but to be completely honest ♪ I think about it all the time.

♪ ♪ But wait, I think you don't remember ♪ ♪ how you know me.

♪ I got to say that you don't seem the same.

♪ ♪ You ought to hang it up 'cause by the look ♪ ♪ that's on your face I think you wonder how ♪ ♪ I even know your name.

♪ Are you still taking them pills?

♪ ♪ Are they still giving you thrills?

♪ ♪ Outside there's a thin man staring at you.

♪ ♪ Can't you see I'm leaning on your window sill?

♪ ♪ I'm afraid we might read it in the paper ♪ ♪ that you're pushing the daisies and the daffodils.

♪ ♪ Uh-huh, are you still taking them pills?

♪ ♪ Uh-huh, are you still taking them pills?

♪ ♪♪♪ Sunny: Brennen Leigh.

Thank you.

Brennen: This one's from my heart.

It's the title track of my new record.

It's called "Obsessed with the West."

♪ I'm obsessed with the west, ♪ that ruleless old gal ♪ always coming or going.

♪ She can't be corralled.

♪ Her buzzing cicadas, ♪ her chalky white rocks, ♪ her high-dancing grasses, ♪ her black buzzard flocks.

♪ I'm obsessed with the west.

♪ Her tough-leaning trees, ♪ her hawks on her high lines, ♪ her core-reaching freeze, ♪ her murderous hailstorms, ♪ her squalls and cyclones, ♪ her blooming pink cactus, ♪ her weather-bleached bones.

♪♪♪ ♪ Oh, it's her I can't keep from that old love affair ♪ ♪ though she pelts me with sleet ♪ ♪ and ties knots in my hair.

♪ I'm obsessed with the west, ♪ that rugged old broad, ♪ that unbroke wild pony, ♪ that opus of God.

♪ [audience cheering] Sunny: We'll be back shortly.

Brennen: Sunny and I met at a club in Austin, Texas, called the Carousel Lounge, and I had a boyfriend at the time that was playing a gig there and she was on after him.

So I was just hanging out, you know, taking up space and I ordered a pizza.

This was in 2003 or '4.

And she showed up for her gig, and she was hungry and she asked if she could buy a slice of my pizza.

Sunny: And I did not know her.

I just thought she looked normal enough to ask for a piece of her pizza.

And so she said, "You can't buy one.

Sit down."

She's like, "What's your name?"

And then we started talking and we've been friends ever since.

Brennen: I grew up in a family band sort of situation.

My brother and I played country music and bluegrass when we were teenagers, and I never had any other job in my life.

My parents exposed us to country music and bluegrass and western swing when we were kids, and that's always been where I've landed.

Sunny: I went to college, and my stepdad had offered to teach me guitar when I was about 12.

Had no interest in it 'cause I thought that was what old people did because it was him and my uncles sitting around playing guitar.

I had no interest in it.

And then when I got out of college I realized, "Oh my God, I have to get a job."

And I didn't want to.

And I just went to him with my tail between my legs and I said, "I know I write stories.

Can you teach me how to play guitar?"

And so he did.

And I had a gig two weeks later.

It was terrible.

It was terrible.

It was like four minutes in between each song.

We were basically having a rehearsal on stage.

But yeah, and then I just kind of never looked back.

Brennen: When you're on the road with somebody you love, you trust them, you kind of have a telepathy thing and my--you know, my rule I talk about all the time is that I don't work with anyone in a professional capacity closely that I don't consider to be family.

So my band--when I'm on the road with my band, you know, they're all my lifelines.

I care about them immensely.

So same with Sunny.

She knows me really well, like a sister, and I can go to pieces in front of her, you know, and we have a great time, so-- Sunny: Ditto.

We've scraped each other up, yeah, from pieces.

Brennen: Yeah, so it's very nice when you're with someone you love, to be able to travel with a dear friend.

Yeah, we're fortunate.

Can't complain.

Sunny: We can't.

We don't complain.

We are so happy.

Like, we love our job.

Brennen: I occasionally complain.

Sunny: But I mean you're still--even your worst day is still better than-- Brennen: You check yourself and you go, "What am I complaining about here?"

Every now and then you start to get--and you go, "Wow, there's really nothing to complain about."

It's a great job.

It's a great existence.

Sunny: Totally.

♪ I hope I look like you when I'm your age.

♪ ♪ Seems like you have lost a lot of weight.

♪ ♪ You must have confidence to wear that dress.

♪ ♪ It's too bad that you have not had more success.

♪ ♪ I think I liked you better as a blonde.

♪ ♪ Has anyone told you you look like your mom?

♪ Sunny: She's 70.

♪ I love that you don't care about your looks.

♪ ♪ Nothing that you do is ever by the books.

♪ ♪ Do you ever think before you speak ♪ ♪ or was that an insult intentionally?

♪ ♪ Talk to me without an invitation, ♪ ♪ making it an awkward conversation.

♪ ♪ Too bad your big mouth never came ♪ ♪ with words to say what you really meant.

♪ ♪ Piss off and thanks again, my friend, ♪ ♪ for your backhanded compliment.

♪ Sunny: Now here's where it gets very serious, y'all.

♪♪♪ ♪ Never ask a woman when she's due.

♪ ♪ Never tell a man his pants are cute.

♪ ♪ It's rude to say I'm smarter than you thought.

♪ ♪ And it's my personality that makes me hot.

♪ Sunny: What?

♪ Do you ever think before you speak ♪ ♪ or was that an insult intentionally?

♪ ♪ Talk to me without an invitation, ♪ ♪ make it an awkward conversation.

♪ ♪ Too bad your big mouth never came ♪ ♪ with words to say what you really meant.

♪ ♪ Piss off and thanks again, my friend, ♪ ♪ for your backhanded compliment.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Here's a compliment that I'd like to give back.

♪ ♪ You remind me of a horse that I once had.

♪ ♪ Do you ever think before you speak?

♪ ♪ 'Cause it makes insults feel really sweet.

♪ ♪ Talk to me without an invitation.

♪ ♪ Now I'm going to end this conversation.

♪ ♪ Too bad your big mouth never came ♪ ♪ with words to say what you really meant.

♪ ♪ Piss off and thanks again, my friend, ♪ ♪ for your backhanded compliment, ♪ ♪ backhanded compliment.

♪♪♪ Sunny: Thank you.

Brennen: This song is called "Tell Him I'm Dead."

♪♪♪ ♪ If you think I'm not myself, you'd be right.

♪ ♪ I just want to be alone tonight.

♪ ♪ I've seen this heartbreak coming for a while ♪ ♪ and I've got no desire to reconcile.

♪ ♪ I'd rather just sit down and drown out ♪ ♪ these memories in my head.

♪ And if he comes around, tell him I'm dead.

♪ ♪ Well, if you think you've found your Mr.

Right, ♪ ♪ you're wrong.

♪ He'll love you fast and hot but not for long.

♪ ♪ For a while I held onto him tight, ♪ ♪ but if your eye's on him, I won't put up a fight ♪ ♪ 'cause I'd rather cuddle with a cactus ♪ ♪ all curled up in my bed.

♪ And if he comes around, tell him I'm dead.

♪ ♪ If you like to take in drifters off the street, ♪ ♪ I know one you've really got to meet.

♪ ♪ And if a good lost cause is something that you like, ♪ ♪ I know one exactly your type.

♪ ♪ But I'd rather find a mound of fire ants ♪ ♪ and stay a while instead.

♪ And if he comes around, tell him I'm dead.

♪ ♪ I'd rather live alone in misery ♪ ♪ and existential dread.

♪ And if he comes around, tell him I'm dead.

♪ ♪♪♪ Sunny: This is called "Poet's Prayer."

♪♪♪ ♪ Only time I see my friends is ♪ ♪ on the posters in the bar room wall.

♪ ♪ Only time I hear their voice is ♪ ♪ in a drunken late-night hotel call.

♪ ♪ See you're out in Houston.

♪ I'm gigging in L.A. ♪ Maybe we'll cross paths one of these days.

♪ ♪ This business breaks your heart.

♪ ♪ It's a big old mean machine.

♪ It'll grind your bones to make your bread, ♪ ♪ then piss all over your dreams.

♪ ♪ That ain't why we do this.

♪ If it was, we wouldn't last long.

♪ ♪ No, we're all hooked on the power of a song.

♪ ♪ May our beds be soft, coffee strong and hot.

♪ ♪ May the angels of the blacktop ♪ ♪ keep our souls from getting lost.

♪ ♪ If there's a patron saint of troubadours ♪ ♪ on the road from here to there, watch over us.

♪ ♪ That's my three-chord poet's prayer.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ It's going to be some real hard nights ♪ ♪ and some holes in the wall.

♪ The next night you'll be on top of the world, ♪ ♪ the next morning you might fall.

♪ ♪ Things we miss back home are never lost on me.

♪ ♪ Kids growing up, funerals, anniversaries.

♪ ♪ I didn't choose this life.

♪ This traveling life chose me.

♪ ♪ I was born to be a gypsy ♪ so that's what I'll always be.

♪ ♪ So have a good next show, keep up between the lines.

♪ ♪ Know you're always in my heart, on my mind.

♪ ♪ May our beds be soft, coffee strong and hot.

♪ ♪ May the angels of the blacktop ♪ ♪ keep our souls from getting lost.

♪ ♪ There's a patron saint of troubadours ♪ ♪ on the road from here to there.

♪ ♪ Watch over us.

♪ That's my three-chord poet's prayer.

♪ ♪ Watch over my friends.

♪ That's my three-chord poet's prayer.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ It was a funeral on the prairie, ♪ ♪ all his children gathered round ♪ ♪ and put him in a horse-drawn wagon, ♪ ♪ drove him into town.

♪ In the dark of February snow covered up the ground.

♪ ♪ In a pioneer church made out of sod we sang ♪ ♪ "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God."

♪ ♪ He was born in 1898 when the plains burned red ♪ ♪ and green to God-fearing pilgrim parents, ♪ ♪ the 12th kid of 13.

♪ They broke up that ground yard by yard ♪ ♪ with a mule and an oxen team, ♪ ♪ and now we're burying him out on the lone prairie ♪ ♪ where the coyotes howl ♪ and the wind blows free.

♪ Back at the house, we pushed that ♪ ♪ big oak table against the wall.

♪ ♪ Built a fire in the cast iron cook stove, ♪ ♪ made room for one and all.

♪ The children and grandchildren piled our snow boots ♪ ♪ in the hall.

♪ The women worked like an oiled machine.

♪ ♪ The coffee boiled and the kettle screamed.

♪ ♪ And then the old folks took to telling tales ♪ ♪ of back when they were young, ♪ ♪ and it weren't too long before ♪ ♪ that four-string banjo began to strum.

♪ ♪ Mom played the fiddle and my uncle Lars ♪ ♪ played his accordion.

♪ The farmers cried in their flannel sleeves ♪ ♪ when we sang that song from the old country.

♪ ♪ Well, that was long ago and as the years go by ♪ ♪ I still forget he's gone, ♪ but I look out on the open plains ♪ ♪ and I know his soul lives on.

♪ ♪ He's the red sky mirrored on the lake.

♪ ♪ He's the first cold light of dawn.

♪ ♪ He's a coyote's wail.

♪ He's a winter storm.

♪ He's the August wind blowing through the corn.

♪♪ [audience applauding] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I went down to the Greyhound station.

♪ ♪ I picked up a long-legged man.

♪ ♪ Never thought someone ♪ could have so much control over me.

♪ ♪ This simple heart never had a chance.

♪ ♪ We laid down by the Brazos River.

♪ ♪ He kept me from the cold, ♪ and the tremble in his voice ♪ ♪ put the devil in my soul ♪ and whispered me a story never told.

♪ ♪ Lord, save my soul from thinking about him.

♪ ♪ Can't be around him.

♪ I knew it all along.

♪ I don't like how the tales unraveling.

♪ ♪ So I keep traveling, traveling on.

♪ ♪ I wish some nights things were different.

♪ ♪ I can't help what's on your mind.

♪ ♪ You're so lost in your own world, baby, ♪ ♪ you can't even hear me crying, ♪ ♪ but it's hard for me to leave it all behind.

♪ ♪ I think now upon that river ♪ about how I lost the will to try, ♪ ♪ but your blue eyes will no longer have control over me ♪ ♪ 'cause I want to get to heaven when I die.

♪ ♪ Lord, save my soul from thinking about him.

♪ ♪ Can't be around him.

♪ I knew it all along.

♪ I don't like how the tale's unraveling.

♪ ♪ So I keep traveling, traveling on.

♪ ♪ So I keep traveling, traveling on.

♪♪ [audience applauding] ♪♪♪ ♪ People only stop here because they're passing through ♪ ♪ and I ring them up for diesel, ♪ ♪ cigarettes, and Mountain Dew.

♪ ♪ They're headed on to Dallas ♪ or Memphis, Tennessee.

♪ I've never been past Little Rock ♪ ♪ and I'm damn near 33.

♪ I'm going to tell my boss he's fired, ♪ ♪ burn my unpaid bills.

♪ And if folks ask when I'm coming back, ♪ ♪ promise I never will.

♪ I'm dropping off my name tag.

♪ ♪ I'm going to hug my ma and pa ♪ ♪ as I'm running out of Hope, Arkansas.

♪ ♪ All my friends are married, some in the county pen.

♪ ♪ And I knew that weren't the life for me ♪ ♪ way back when I was 10.

♪ I'm only taking what'll fit in my old duffel bag ♪ ♪ and I won't take a second look ♪ ♪ at that boarded-up main drag.

♪ ♪ Send my mail to nowhere, disconnect my phone.

♪ ♪ It don't matter where I'm headed, ♪ ♪ only that I'm going.

♪ I don't care if you miss me.

♪ I'm going to hug my ma and pa ♪ ♪ as I'm running out of Hope, Arkansas.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Well, there's endless miles of highway ♪ ♪ and I want to see them all ♪ ♪ from Wichita to Birmingham, ♪ from Reno to Saint Paul.

♪ And I won't slow down to catch my breath ♪ ♪ till I reach that leaving sign ♪ ♪ and every inch of Arkansas is facing my behind.

♪ ♪ Send my mail to nowhere, disconnect my phone.

♪ ♪ It don't matter where I'm headed, only that I'm going.

♪ ♪ I don't care if you miss me.

♪ I'm going to hug my ma and pa ♪ ♪ as I'm running out of Hope, Arkansas, ♪ ♪ as I'm running out of Hope, Arkansas.

♪ ♪♪♪ [audience applauding] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I came here tonight for a good time.

♪ ♪ I can have one of those on my own.

♪ ♪ Thanks for the wine, but just keep in mind ♪ ♪ I'm looking to leave here alone.

♪ ♪ I'm a heartache waiting to happen.

♪ ♪ I'm a chance you don't want to take.

♪ ♪ One your mama warned you about, ♪ ♪ a choice you don't want to make.

♪ ♪ So don't waste your time on those pickup lines.

♪ ♪ Trust me, you're out of your lane.

♪ ♪ I'm known all over for losing at loving ♪ ♪ and leaving is my middle name.

♪ ♪ Yeah, leaving is my middle name.

♪ ♪ I've never been crazy about staying.

♪ ♪ I've lived out a cheating song.

♪ ♪ So trust when I say if you get your way ♪ ♪ it won't go nothing but wrong.

♪ ♪ So don't waste your time on those pickup lines.

♪ ♪ Trust me, you're out of your lane.

♪ ♪ I'm known all over for losing at loving ♪ ♪ and leaving is my middle name.

♪ ♪ Yeah, leaving is my middle name.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ So don't waste your time on those pickup lines.

♪ ♪ Trust me, you're out of your lane.

♪ ♪ I'm known all over for losing at loving ♪ ♪ and leaving is my middle name, ♪ ♪ yeah, leaving is my middle name, ♪ ♪ yeah, leaving is my middle name.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Sunny: Thank you.

Brennen: It's called "Wild Woman of the West."

♪♪♪ ♪ We were standing in the driveway.

♪ ♪ I just had to have it my way, ♪ ♪ though to leave him left a burning in my chest.

♪ ♪ He said, "You don't really love me.

♪ ♪ Your heart's out on the prairie.

♪ ♪ You're a wild woman of the west.

♪ ♪ Like a wild mare, none can break you.

♪ ♪ My sweet girl, I could shake you.

♪ ♪ I begged you to choose.

♪ You failed the test.

♪ You're stubborn and your heart's cruel.

♪ ♪ I'm dreaming.

♪ I'm a damned fool to love ♪ a wild woman of the west.

♪ A home and a little family, ♪ I've wanted it so badly, ♪ but in my feather bed ♪ you never seemed at rest.

♪ And when you're old, ♪ your creeks and hillsides, ♪ will they sit by your bedside?

♪ ♪ Know you're a wild woman of the west.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ So I tried to memorize him, ♪ turn the key and started driving.

♪ ♪ Though I wanted to, I could not be possessed.

♪ ♪ I'll be free though I'll be lonely.

♪ ♪ I can't help the way God made me, ♪ ♪ to be a wild woman of the west.

♪ ♪♪♪ [audience applauding] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ You're whiskey straight.

♪ I'm beer in a bottle.

♪ And you're the rock.

♪ I'm more the rolling stone.

♪ They all said ♪ we'd never fit so well together.

♪ ♪ Grow old with me, I'll keep you young forever.

♪ ♪ Well, the days are long, but the years seem to fly by.

♪ ♪ Our troubles are gone.

♪ Now it seems like such a breeze.

♪ ♪ Just remember all the storms we weathered.

♪ ♪ Grow old with me, I'll keep you young forever.

♪ ♪ Love don't give a damn about time.

♪ ♪ Look at the lines around our eyes.

♪ ♪ Just stand here side by side.

♪ ♪ Hang on to me for the rest of the ride.

♪ ♪ Let's live it out together.

♪ We'll be young forever.

♪ If I had one regret, it's that I didn't find you sooner.

♪ ♪ Guess I didn't know I was looking for you.

♪ ♪ I believe it's always better late than never.

♪ ♪ Grow old with me, I'll keep you young forever.

♪ ♪ Love don't give a damn about time.

♪ ♪ Look at the lines around ours eyes.

♪ ♪ Just stand here side by side.

♪ ♪ Hang onto me for the rest of the ride.

♪ ♪ Let's live it out together.

♪ We'll be young forever.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ When we've slowed down and the afternoons get quiet ♪ ♪ and I've gone grey, will you look at me the same?

♪ ♪ The love we have is broken in like a leather.

♪ ♪ Grow old with me, I'll keep you young forever.

♪ ♪ Grow old with me, Dougie, I'll keep you young forever.

♪♪ Sunny: Thank you.

♪ Ever since you left me, I've done nothing but wrong.

♪ ♪ Many nights I've laid awake and cried.

♪ ♪ We once were happy, my heart was in a whirl, ♪ ♪ but now I'm a honky tonk girl.

♪ ♪ So turn that jukebox way up high ♪ ♪ and fill my glass up while I cry.

♪ ♪ I've lost everything in this world ♪ ♪ and now I'm a honky tonk girl.

♪ ♪ Just can't make a right with all of my wrongs.

♪ ♪ Every evening of my life seems so long.

♪ ♪ I'm sorry and ashamed for all these things you see, ♪ ♪ but losing him has made a fool of me.

♪ ♪ So fill my glass up to the brim ♪ ♪ to lose my memory of him.

♪ I've lost everything in this world ♪ ♪ and now I'm a honky tonk girl, ♪ ♪ and now I'm a honky tonk girl.

♪♪ Brennen: Thank you all so much.

Sunny: Thank you very much.

[audience applauding] ♪ It wasn't God who made honky-tonk angels ♪ ♪ like you said in the words of your song.

♪ ♪ Too many times married men think they're still single.

♪ ♪ That has caused many a good girl to go wrong.

♪ ♪ Yeah, that has caused many a good girl to go wrong.

♪♪ Brennen: Appreciate you all.

Thank you.

Sunny: Thank you so much, y'all.

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