(strummed Western guitar music) (narrator) The Outlaw Trail.

It stretched from Mexico to Montana, providin' a handy escape path for many a wanted man.

♪ For nearly four decades, desperadoes rode the Outlaw Trail only to vanish into the American folklore with the tamin' of the Wild West and the turnin' of the 20th century.

♪ (Billy Bob Thornton) The romance of that stuff is why we hang on to it.

It's people that hide out from society and do their own thing.

And sometimes, it's for a good reason; sometimes, it's for a bad reason, but almost always, at least throughout history, outlaws were romantic figures to us, and we still write outlaw music.

(Lee Roy Parnell) It gave me and people like me a license to be who you are.

(Billy Bob Thornton) The best piece of advice I ever got in my life was from Johnny Cash, and he just said, "Son, always do-- always do what you feel like doing.

Don't listen to anybody."

He said, "Shake your head, nod, and say, 'Oh, okay, yes sir, yes sir,' but at the end of the day, do it your way, because that's your best.

When you do it your way, it's your best."

♪ (audience cheers, applauds) (Ray Scott) "Wanted Man" is a song that Bob Dylan wrote years ago that Johnny Cash actually recorded.

It's a song that just sounds like it was tailor-made for him, you know, and he was a big influence on me, and so, I'm excited to do that.

(applause, cheers) (loping country music) Come on!

♪ Thank y'all for comin' out tonight.

♪ ♪ Wanted man in California, wanted man in Buffalo ♪ ♪ Wanted man in Kansas City, wanted man in Ohio ♪ ♪ Wanted man in Mississippi, wanted man in old Cheyenne ♪ ♪ Wherever you might look tonight, you might see this wanted man ♪ ♪ Yeah, I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea ♪ ♪ Working for some man who might not know who I might be ♪ ♪ If you ever see me comin' and you know who I am ♪ ♪ Don't you breathe it to nobody 'cause you know I'm on the lam ♪ (Lee Roy Parnell) ♪ Wanted man by Lucy Johnson, wanted man by Jeannie Brown ♪ ♪ Wanted man by Nellie Johnson, wanted man in the next town ♪ (Cowboy Troy) ♪ Well, I've had all that I've wanted of a lot of things I had ♪ ♪ And a lot more than I needed of some things that turned out bad ♪ (Ray Scott) Cowboy Troy.

♪ (Joe Ely) ♪ I got sidetracked in El Paso, stopped to get myself a map ♪ ♪ Went the wrong way in Juarez with Juanita on my lap ♪ ♪ Went to sleep in Shreveport, woke up in Abilene ♪ ♪ Wonderin' why I'm wanted somewhere halfway in between ♪ (ensemble) ♪ Wanted man in Albuquerque, wanted man in Syracuse ♪ ♪ Wanted man in Tallahassee, wanted man in Baton Rouge ♪ ♪ (Buddy Jewell) ♪ There's somebody set to grab me anywhere that I might be ♪ ♪ And wherever you might look tonight, you might get a glimpse of me ♪ (Ray Scott) Y'all sing it with me!

(ensemble) ♪ Wanted man in California, wanted man in Buffalo ♪ ♪ Wanted man in Kansas City, wanted man in Ohio ♪ ♪ Wanted man in Mississippi, wanted man in old Cheyenne ♪ ♪ Wherever you might look tonight, you might see this wanted man ♪♪ (Ray Scott) That's right!

♪ (cheers, applause) Y'all give everybody a big old hand tonight!

Thank y'all for being here.

We appreciate it.

(applause, cheers) (Cowboy Troy) How 'bout this band here tonight too, y'all?

(cheers, applause) Hope y'all enjoyed yourselves.

(applause, cheers) (Rodney Crowell) I had a dog named Banjo, who I refused to put on a leash, so I got 46 leash law violations.

And I refused to pay them, I couldn't get the dog catchers to understand the nature of how intelligent this dog was.

So they had enough of me and they came one day, and I-- I had started working on the song in the afternoon, and they just politely took me to jail, where I, uh, proudly wrote the last verse of the song, in jail.

And my then-girlfriend came and got me out of jail, and I had a finished song, and I... never did put Banjo on a leash.

(driving country music) ♪ ♪ I looked for trouble and I found it, son ♪ ♪ Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun ♪ ♪ I'd try to run but I don't think I can ♪ ♪ You make one move and you're dead man, friend ♪ ♪ Ain't living long like this ♪ ♪ (harmony vocal) ♪ I can't live at all like this, (Rodney Crowell) ♪ Can I baby ♪ ♪ He slipped the handcuffs on behind my back ♪ ♪ Then he left me freezing on a steel rail rack ♪ ♪ They got 'em all in the jailhouse ♪ (harmony vocal) ♪ I ain't living long like this ♪ ♪ (Rodney Crowell) ♪ Grew up in Houston off of Wayside Drive ♪ ♪ Son of a carhop in some all-night dive ♪ ♪ Dad drove a stock car to an early death ♪ ♪ All I remember was a drunk man's breath ♪ ♪ Ain't living long like this ♪ ♪ (harmony vocal) ♪ I can't live at all like this ♪ (Rodney Crowell) ♪ Can I, baby ♪ ♪ ♪ Y'all know the story how the wheel goes 'round ♪ ♪ Don't let 'em take you to the man downtown ♪ ♪ They got 'em all in the jailhouse ♪ (harmony vocal) ♪ I ain't living long like this ♪ ♪ ♪ I can't live at all like this ♪ ♪ Can I, baby ♪ ♪ ♪ I live for Angel, she's a roadhouse queen ♪ ♪ Make Texas Ruby look like Sandra Dee ♪ ♪ I want to love her but you don't know how ♪ ♪ Down on the bottom of the jailhouse now ♪ ♪ I ain't living long like this ♪ ♪ (harmony vocal) ♪ I can't live at all like this ♪ ♪ Can I baby ♪ ♪ Y'all know the story 'bout the jailhouse rock ♪ ♪ Go on and do it, but don't get caught ♪ ♪ They got 'em all in the jailhouse ♪ (harmony vocal) ♪ I ain't living long like this ♪ ♪ ♪ I can't live at all like this ♪ (Rodney Crowell) ♪ Can I, baby ♪♪ ♪ (cheers, applause) (soft piano music) ♪ ♪ Desperado ♪ ♪ Why don't you come to your senses ♪ ♪ You've been out ridin' fences for so long now ♪ ♪ Oh, you're a hard one ♪ ♪ But I know that you got your reasons ♪ ♪ These things that are pleasin' you can hurt you somehow ♪ ♪ ♪ Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy ♪ ♪ She'll beat you if she's able ♪ ♪ You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet ♪ ♪ ♪ Now, it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon your table ♪ ♪ But you only want the ones that you can't get ♪ ♪ Desperado ♪ ♪ Oh, you ain't gettin' no younger ♪ ♪ Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home ♪ ♪ Oh, and freedom, oh yeah, freedom ♪ ♪ Well, that's just some people talkin' ♪ ♪ Your prison is walking through this world all alone ♪ ♪ ♪ Don't your feet get cold in the wintertime ♪ ♪ The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine ♪ ♪ It's hard to tell the nighttime from the day ♪ ♪ You're losin' all your highs and lows ♪ ♪ Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away ♪ ♪ (melodic violin music) ♪ (applause, whistles) ♪ Desperado ♪ ♪ Why don't you come to your senses ♪ ♪ Come down from your fences, open the gate ♪ ♪ It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you ♪ ♪ You better let somebody love you ♪ ♪ Let somebody love you ♪ ♪ You better let somebody love you before it's too late ♪♪ (soft piano music) ♪ (applause, cheers) Thank you so much!

I'm Holly Williams.

(applause, cheers) (Joe Ely) When I was a kid, I always would go from my hometown of Lubbock, Texas, to Santa Fe, New Mexico, and going to Santa Fe, you had to go through a little town called Fort Sumner, where Billy the Kid is buried.

And there's a little museum there and everything, so one day, I just pulled in and stopped at the museum and found that not a single thing in the whole museum had anything to do with Billy the Kid.

It was all just, uh, bunch of old wagon wheels and stuff--stuff that they-- hinges and things like that that they found in the desert.

So I found myself just rewriting the whole story of Billy the Kid as if I was his sidekick and riding along with him.

(driving Western music) ♪ ♪ Well, me and Billy the Kid never got along ♪ ♪ I didn't like the way he cocked his hat ♪ ♪ And he wore his gun all wrong ♪ ♪ But we had the same girlfriend and he never forgot it ♪ ♪ She had a cute little Chihuahua ♪ ♪ Till one day he up and shot it ♪ ♪ He rode the hard country down the New Mexico line ♪ ♪ He had a silver pocket watch that he never did wind ♪ ♪ He crippled a piano player for playing his favorite song ♪ ♪ No, me and Billy the Kid, we never got along ♪ ♪ ♪ Yeah, me and Billy the Kid never got along ♪ ♪ I didn't like the way he buckled his belt ♪ ♪ And he wore his gun all wrong ♪ ♪ He was bad to the bone, all hopped up on speed ♪ ♪ I would've left him alone if it wasn't for that señorita ♪ ♪ He gave her silver and he paid her hotel bill ♪ ♪ But it was me she loved, she said she always will ♪ ♪ I'd always go and see her when Billy was gone ♪ ♪ Yeah, me and Billy the Kid, we never got along ♪ ♪ ♪ Well, me and Billy the Kid never got along ♪ ♪ I didn't like the way he parked his Hummer ♪ ♪ And he wore his gun all wrong ♪ ♪ One day, I said to Billy, "I got this foolproof scheme ♪ ♪ We'll rob Wells Fargo, it's busting at the seam" ♪ ♪ I admit that I framed him ♪ ♪ I don't feel no remorse ♪ ♪ It was just my way of getting even with a man who shot my horse ♪ ♪ Billy reached for his gun but his gun was on wrong ♪ ♪ Yeah, me and Billy the Kid, we never got along ♪ ♪ ♪ Well, me and Billy the Kid never got along ♪ ♪ But I did like the way he swayed in the wind while I played him his favorite song ♪ ♪ Now my baby sings harmony with me on "La Cucaracha" ♪ ♪ She winds her silver pocket watch and pets her new Chihuahua ♪ ♪ I moved into the hotel ♪ ♪ I got a room with a shower ♪ ♪ We lay and listen to that watch tick hour after hour ♪ ♪ Outside, I hear the wind blowing oh so strong ♪ ♪ Yeah, me and Billy the Kid, we never got along ♪ ♪ ♪ We never got along ♪♪ ♪ (cheers, applause) Thank y'all!

(cheers, applause) (mellow Western music) ♪ (Raul Malo) ♪ Out in the West Texas town of El Paso ♪ ♪ I fell in love with a Mexican girl ♪ (cheers) ♪ Nighttime would find me in Rosa's cantina ♪ ♪ Music would play and Felina would whirl ♪ ♪ ♪ Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina ♪ ♪ Wicked and evil while casting a spell ♪ ♪ ♪ My love was deep for this Mexican maiden ♪ ♪ I was in love but in vain, I could tell ♪ ♪ ♪ One night a wild young cowboy came in ♪ ♪ Wild as the West Texas wind ♪ (cheers, applause) ♪ Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing ♪ ♪ With wicked Felina, the girl that I loved ♪ ♪ So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden ♪ ♪ Down went his hand for the gun that he wore ♪ ♪ ♪ My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat ♪ ♪ The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor ♪ ♪ ♪ Just for a moment I stood there in silence ♪ ♪ Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done ♪ ♪ ♪ Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there ♪ ♪ I had but one chance and that was to run ♪ ♪ ♪ Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran ♪ ♪ Out where the horses were tied ♪ ♪ ♪ I caught a good one, it looked like it could run ♪ ♪ Up on its back and away I did ride ♪ ♪ Just as fast as I could from the West Texas town of El Paso ♪ ♪ Out to the badlands of New Mexico ♪ ♪ ♪ Back in El Paso, my life would be worthless ♪ ♪ Everything's gone in life; nothing is left ♪ ♪ ♪ It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden ♪ ♪ My love is stronger than my fear of death ♪ ♪ ♪ I saddled up and away I did go ♪ ♪ Riding alone in the dark ♪ ♪ ♪ Maybe tomorrow, a bullet may find me ♪ ♪ Tonight nothing's worse than this pain in my heart ♪ ♪ And at last, here I am on the hill overlooking El Paso ♪ ♪ I can see Rosa's cantina below ♪ ♪ ♪ My love is strong and it pushes me onward ♪ ♪ Down off the hill to Felina I go ♪ ♪ ♪ Off to my right, I see five mounted cowboys ♪ ♪ Off to my left ride a dozen or more ♪ ♪ ♪ Shouting and shooting, I can't let them catch me ♪ ♪ I have to make it to Rosa's back door ♪ ♪ ♪ Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel a deep burning pain in my side ♪ ♪ ♪ Though I am trying to stay in the saddle ♪ ♪ I'm getting weary, unable to ride ♪ ♪ But my love for Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen ♪ ♪ Though I am weary, I can't stop to rest ♪ ♪ ♪ I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle ♪ ♪ I feel the bullet go deep in my chest ♪ ♪ ♪ From out of nowhere, Felina has found me ♪ ♪ Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side ♪ ♪ ♪ Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for ♪ ♪ One little kiss and Felina, goodbye ♪♪ ♪ (cheers, applause) (bright Western music) ♪ (Alex Ruiz) ♪ Roll along, roll on ♪ ♪ Rose of Cimarron ♪ ♪ Dusty days are gone ♪ ♪ Rose of Cimarron ♪ ♪ Shadows touch the sand and look to see who's standin' ♪ ♪ Waitin' at your window ♪ ♪ Watchin', will they ever show ♪ ♪ Can you hear them callin' ♪ ♪ You know they have fallen on ♪ ♪ Campfires cold and dark now ♪ ♪ Never see a spark burn bright ♪ ♪ ♪ Roll along, roll on ♪ ♪ Rose of Cimarron ♪ ♪ ♪ Dusty days are gone ♪ ♪ ♪ Rose of Cimarron ♪ ♪ ♪ Trails that brought them home ♪ ♪ Echo names they've known ♪ ♪ ♪ Four days high and lonely ♪ ♪ Comin' to you only ♪ ♪ You're the one they turned to ♪ ♪ The only one they knew who'd do ♪ ♪ All her best to be around ♪ ♪ When the chips were down ♪ ♪ Roll along, roll on ♪ ♪ Rose of Cimarron ♪ ♪ ♪ Dusty days are gone ♪ ♪ Rose of Cimarron ♪ ♪ Shadows touch the sand and look to see who's standing ♪ ♪ Waitin' at your window ♪ ♪ Watchin', will they ever show ♪ ♪ Roll along, roll on ♪ ♪ Rose of Cimarron ♪ ♪ ♪ Dusty days are gone ♪ ♪ Rose of Cimarron ♪ ♪ ♪ Roll along, roll on ♪ ♪ Rose of Cimarron ♪ ♪ ♪ Dusty days are gone ♪ ♪ Rose of Cimarron ♪ ♪ ♪ Ohhh ♪ ♪ My sweet Rose ♪ ♪ ♪ My sweet Rose... ♪ ♪ My sweet Rose ♪ ♪ ♪ Hearts like yours belong ♪ ♪ Following the dawn ♪ ♪ ♪ Wrapped up in a song ♪ ♪ Rose of Cimarron ♪♪ ♪ (applause, cheers) (John Bohlinger) The one that I wrote with Charles McCutcheon called "Here Lies An Outlaw," it's kind of like a little movie.

And it's just-- it's plot-driven, but the melody matches the lyrics really well, and it turned out great, I'm thrilled about it.

(moody, atmospheric guitar music) ♪ (lively guitar music) ♪ (Alex Ruiz) ♪ There's a six-gun in his hand ♪ ♪ Trouble on his mind ♪ ♪ A man with a badge is tryin' to end his life ♪ ♪ There's an angel right beside him ♪ ♪ Sleeping off her drunk ♪ ♪ He slips out of her bed, tries not to wake her up ♪ ♪ In Cheyenne, he left four men layin' dead ♪ ♪ He just stashed the cash beneath Maria's bed ♪ ♪ Don't push your luck 'cause it won't back down ♪ ♪ Better watch your back in this outlaw town ♪ ♪ When you dance with the devil, someday you're gonna pay ♪ ♪ Watch your blood run in the dust as your life slips away ♪ ♪ It's all about who's a quicker draw ♪ ♪ Here lies an outlaw ♪ ♪ ♪ Maria left Mexico for the money 'cross the border ♪ ♪ She works in the cantinas where all the boys adore her ♪ ♪ There's gold in the hills, but there's cash here in the city ♪ ♪ When the outlaws ride back to town ♪ ♪ They bring her something pretty ♪ ♪ She told him, "My heart is yours to take" ♪ ♪ He fell for her, that was his first mistake ♪ ♪ Don't push your luck 'cause it won't back down ♪ ♪ Better watch your back in this outlaw town ♪ ♪ When you dance with the devil, someday you're gonna pay ♪ ♪ Watch your blood run in the dust as your life slips away ♪ ♪ It's all about who's a quicker draw ♪ ♪ Here lies an outlaw ♪ ♪ ♪ His picture's on the wall ♪ ♪ Says wanted dead or alive ♪ ♪ He comes to a window in the middle of the night ♪ ♪ Says, "Wake up, girl, we're going south, it's time to get packing" ♪ ♪ She kisses him right on the lips, shoots him where he's standing ♪ -Two, three... -♪ Now, she's got a stash hidden beneath her bed ♪ ♪ Plus the thousand-dollar price upon his head ♪ ♪ Don't push your luck 'cause she won't back down ♪ ♪ Better watch your back in this outlaw town ♪ ♪ When you dance with the devil, someday you're gonna pay ♪ ♪ Watch your blood run in the dust as your life slips away ♪ ♪ It's all about who's a quicker draw ♪ ♪ Sometimes a person no one ever saw ♪ ♪ Here lies an outlaw ♪ (lively, Latinesque guitar music) ♪ ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪ ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah!

♪ ♪ Ohh, yeah ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪♪ ♪ (cheers, applause) (Carlene Carter) Well, it's kind of the story of my life.

It starts out, you know, a Southern girl about 15-- well, that's when I left home, and it's got a thing about the Trail of Tears in it and how she followed her heart to the bitter end, which I've always done, you know, whatever that end might be.

I'm still on some sort of trail, but it doesn't feel quite so bitter right now.

It's a sweet trail right now.

(driving country music) ♪ ♪ A Southern girl, about 15 ♪ ♪ Had a vivid vision and a one-track dream ♪ ♪ The simple life felt incomplete ♪ ♪ Many roads to follow with sights to seek ♪ ♪ She'd leave her world far behind ♪ ♪ It'd be change for the better, so sweet and kind ♪ ♪ A Southern girl, little did she know ♪ ♪ ♪ Down a trail of tears hard as light ♪ ♪ Oh, the men she loved and the nights she cried ♪ ♪ Trail of tears, caution to the wind ♪ ♪ She followed her heart to the bitter end ♪ ♪ Followed her heart to the bitter end ♪ ♪ ♪ The bitter end ♪ ♪ ♪ She found herself lost one night ♪ ♪ Road back home nowhere in sight ♪ ♪ She tripped, she fell, scattered as stone ♪ ♪ ♪ Crippled by fear and chilled to the bone ♪ ♪ She turned and looked back at where she had been ♪ ♪ Oh, carried away on a cold Northern wind ♪ ♪ A Southern girl, little did she know ♪ ♪ ♪ Down a trail of tears hard as light ♪ ♪ Oh, the men she loved and the nights she cried ♪ ♪ Trail of tears, caution to the wind ♪ ♪ She followed her heart to the bitter end ♪ ♪ Followed her heart to the bitter end... ♪ ♪ Followed her heart to the bitter end ♪ ♪ ♪ The bitter end ♪ ♪ Yee-haw!

♪ ♪ The bitter end ♪♪ ♪ (cheers, applause) Thank y'all!

Keep on havin' fun.

(cheers, applause) (Ray Wylie Hubbard) Well, it's an early Bob Dylan Song, and it kinda fits the theme of the music, The Outlaw Trail.

It's about an old, you know, guy who gambled in the mining towns, and so, they asked me if I would do it, and I said, "Well, with being a Bob Dylan song, I would imagine it's pretty well-written."

(chuckles) So, uh, like I said, it's one of his older songs, so it was really a treat.

We're doing it very-- just kind of mandolin, dobro, and acoustic guitar and just keeping it very kind of rootsy and having fun with it, it's a great song.

(cheers, applause) (bright mandolin music) ♪ Come around, you rollin' gamblers, a story I will tell ♪ ♪ About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well ♪ ♪ His name was Willie O'Connor and he gambled all his life ♪ ♪ He had 27 children, yet he's never had a wife ♪ (together) ♪ And it's ride, Willie, ride ♪ ♪ Roll, Willie, roll ♪ ♪ Wherever you're gamblin' now, nobody knows ♪ ♪ (Walt Wilkins) ♪ He gambled in the White House and in those old railyards ♪ ♪ Wherever there were people, there'd be Willie and his cards ♪ ♪ He had the reputation as the gambliest man around ♪ ♪ Ladies'd take the men back home when Willie came to town ♪ (together) ♪ And it's ride, Willie, ride ♪ ♪ Roll, Willie, roll ♪ ♪ Wherever you're gamblin' now, nobody knows ♪ ♪ (Jeff Plankenhorn) ♪ Well, sailin' down the Mississip toward a town called New Orleans ♪ ♪ They're still talkin' 'bout the card game on that Jackson River Queen ♪ ♪ "I've come to win some money," Gamblin' Willie said ♪ ♪ When the game finally ended up, well, the whole damn boat was his ♪ (together) ♪ And it's ride, Willie, ride ♪ ♪ Roll, Willie, roll ♪ ♪ Wherever you're gamblin' now, nobody knows ♪ ♪ (Ray Wylie Hubbard) ♪ It was up in the Rocky Mountains ♪ ♪ In a town called Cripple Creek ♪ ♪ There was an all-night poker game, it lasted about a week ♪ ♪ Had 900 miners and they laid their money down ♪ ♪ And when Willie left the table, he owned the whole damn town ♪ (together) ♪ And it's ride, Willie, ride ♪ ♪ Roll, Willie, roll ♪ ♪ Wherever you're gamblin' now, nobody knows ♪ ♪ When you were up all night with Willie ♪ ♪ You never really knew ♪ ♪ When he was bluffing, when he was true ♪ ♪ He won a fortune from a man who folded in his chair ♪ ♪ That man had a diamond flush, Will just had a lowly pair ♪ (together) ♪ And it's ride, Willie, ride ♪ ♪ Roll, Willie, roll ♪ ♪ Wherever you're gamblin' now, nobody knows ♪ (Jeff Plankenhorn) ♪ It was late one evening during a poker game ♪ ♪ A man lost all his money, he said Willie was to blame ♪ ♪ He shot poor Willie through the head, which was a tragic fate ♪ ♪ When the cards fell down on the floor, the were aces backed with eights ♪ (together) ♪ And it's ride, Willie, ride ♪ ♪ Roll, Willie, roll ♪ ♪ Wherever you're gamblin' now, nobody knows ♪ ♪ (Ray Wylie Hubbard) ♪ So all you rovin' gamblers wherever you may be ♪ ♪ The moral of this story is very plain to see ♪ ♪ Make your money while you can now before you have to stop ♪ ♪ For when you pull that dead man's hand, your gambling days are up ♪ (together) ♪ And it's ride, Willie, ride ♪ ♪ Roll, Willie, roll ♪ ♪ Wherever you're gamblin' now, nobody knows ♪ ♪ And it's ride, Willie, ride ♪ ♪ Roll, Willie, roll ♪ ♪ Wherever you're gamblin' now, nobody knows ♪♪ ♪ (cheers, applause) (mellow piano music) (Ray Scott) Y'all having' a good time so far tonight?

(cheers, applause) 'Cause we really are, I'll tell you that.

♪ (Russell Smith) ♪ I used to watch you when I was little ♪ ♪ The games I played, I learned from you ♪ ♪ I kept dreaming, you kept playing ♪ ♪ When I woke, you were 62 ♪ (together) ♪ Say goodbye to the King of the Cowboys ♪ ♪ First and last of a dying breed ♪ ♪ Say goodbye to the King of the Cowboys ♪ ♪ ♪ Chained to a life he doesn't lead ♪ ♪ (Ray Scott) ♪ You told the truth ♪ ♪ You were always ready ♪ ♪ Whether with your gun or with your hand ♪ ♪ I never knew it ♪ It was mostly lies, but... ♪ You taught me how to act like a man ♪ (together) ♪ Say goodbye to the King of the Cowboys ♪ ♪ First and last of a dying breed ♪ ♪ Say goodbye to the King of the Cowboys ♪ ♪ ♪ Chained to a life he doesn't lead ♪ ♪ (Buddy Jewell) ♪ When you lost your health, we lost our courage ♪ ♪ In things we say and things we do ♪ ♪ Early this morning, I woke up crying ♪ ♪ Crying for me and praying for you ♪ ♪ (Russell Smith) ♪ And now I know I wanna be like you were ♪ ♪ Just as long as I've got the strength to stand ♪ ♪ Don't stop trying, don't stop fighting ♪ ♪ You taught me how to act like a man ♪ All right!

(together) ♪ Say goodbye to the King of the Cowboys ♪ ♪ First and last of a dying breed ♪ ♪ Say goodbye to the King of the Cowboys ♪ ♪ ♪ Chained to a life he doesn't lead ♪ ♪ ♪ Say goodbye to the King of the Cowboys ♪ ♪ First and last of a dying breed ♪ Yeah!

(together) ♪ Say goodbye to the King of the Cowboys ♪ ♪ ♪ Chained to a life he doesn't need ♪♪ ♪ (Ray Scott) What a duo.

Russell Smith, y'all.

All right, thank y'all.

♪ (applause, cheers) (Lee Roy Parnell) "Crossin' Over" was basically about modern-day outlaws, kids growing up in Texas, and on the weekends when your parents weren't looking, you'd say, "Are you crossing over this weekend?"

What that meant-- or "crossin' over," we never said "-ing over," but it meant, were you going across the border?

I mean, we could do anything we wanted to over there.

You could, you know, you could get tequila, you could get all kinds of things.

But this specific song was about all of those things, and leaving--making a decision when you got there whether or not you were-- what you were gonna do.

And this particular story is a story of redemption.

(driving, bluesy country music) ♪ ♪ We're getting ready for sundown ♪ ♪ Clean up and head into town ♪ ♪ Truck full of Lone Star, that's down ♪ ♪ And blast on down the road ♪ ♪ ♪ Smokin' Camels and Lucky Strikes ♪ ♪ All jacked up to drive all night ♪ ♪ If you hold your foot just right, ain't but four hours to Mexico ♪ ♪ ♪ Let little Spanish Johnny do all the talking ♪ ♪ Double dealers doing the hawking of the ♪ ♪ Dark-eyed girls streetwalking ♪ ♪ Stealing stories we couldn't take back home ♪ ♪ Crossin' over that old Rio Grande ♪ ♪ Crossin' over from a boy to a man ♪ ♪ Crossin' over ♪ ♪ Never knowing what we'd find ♪ ♪ ♪ Crossin' over the border line ♪ ♪ ♪ Took my hand in that little cantina ♪ ♪ Whispered her name was Angelina ♪ ♪ Boys from San Angelo never seen a woman flip a gun that way ♪ ♪ ♪ Laughed a little bit 'cause she knew I was shy ♪ ♪ With a little more tequila, I was ready to try ♪ ♪ When I heard a little baby cry, I laid my money down and walked away ♪ ♪ Crossin' over that old Rio Grande ♪ ♪ Crossin' over from a boy to a man ♪ ♪ Crossin' over ♪ ♪ Never knowing what we'd find ♪ ♪ ♪ Crossin' over the border line ♪ ♪ ♪ Yeah, crossin' over that old Rio Grande ♪ ♪ Crossin' over from a boy to a man ♪ ♪ Crossin' over ♪ ♪ Never knowing what we'd find ♪ ♪ ♪ Crossin' over the border line ♪ ♪ Crossin' over the border line ♪♪ ♪ (cheers, applause) (loping country music) (Ray Scott) Come on!

Thank y'all for coming out tonight.

♪ ♪ Wanted man in California, wanted man in Buffalo ♪ ♪ Wanted man in Kansas City, wanted man in Ohio ♪ ♪ Wanted man in Mississippi, wanted man in old Cheyenne ♪ ♪ Wherever you might look tonight, you might see this wanted man ♪ ♪ Yeah, I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea ♪ ♪ Working for some man who might not know who I might be ♪ ♪ If you ever see me comin' and you know who I am ♪ ♪ Don't you breathe it to nobody 'cause you know I'm on the lam ♪ (Lee Roy Parnell) ♪ Wanted man by Lucy Johnson, wanted man by Jeannie Brown ♪ ♪ Wanted man by Nellie Johnson, wanted man in the next town ♪ (Cowboy Troy) ♪ Well, I've had all that I've wanted of a lot of things I had ♪ ♪ And a lot more than I needed of some things that turned out bad ♪♪ (Ray Scott) Cowboy Troy.

♪ (Cowboy Troy) Thank y'all for your time and attention.

Appreciate you all coming out tonight!

♪ The Outlaw Trail is here in Austin, Texas.

♪ Y'all drive home safely.

Thank you.

♪ (cheers, applause) (Ray Scott) Y'all give everbody a big old hand tonight!

Thank y'all for being here.

We appreciate it.

(cheers, applause) (Cowboy Troy) How 'bout this band here tonight too, y'all.

(cheers, applause) Hope y'all enjoyed yourselves.

(cheers, applause) (bright music)