♪♪♪ announcer: From beautiful Solana Beach, this is San Diego's musical showcase, "Live at the Belly Up."

In tonight's episode, The Wood Brothers bring the party with their signature sound of danceable, soulful folk, blues, gospel, and jazz.

announcer: And now please welcome to the stage The Wood Brothers.

Oliver Wood: How y'all doin'?

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Every time I go back home, ♪ ♪ brush the leaves off of the stone.

♪ ♪ From the grave, I see up the hill, ♪ ♪ same old trees stand there still.

♪ ♪ It's a little bit sweet.

♪ ♪ It's a little bit bitter.

♪ ♪ In my old bed, I fall asleep, and the spirits visit me.

♪ ♪ I wake up, and I'm all alone, stuck inside my skin and bone.

♪ ♪ It's a little bit sweet.

♪ ♪ It's a little bit bitter.

♪ ♪ Bittersweet, ♪ ♪ that's the way love is made to be.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ As I hold my little boy's hand, ♪ ♪ I feel him growin' up so fast.

♪ ♪ And my father holds onto mine, ♪ ♪ I feel him shakin' hands with time.

♪ ♪ It's a little bit sweet.

♪ ♪ It's a little bit bitter.

♪ ♪ Bittersweet, that's the way love is made.

♪ ♪ Bittersweet, ♪ ♪ that's the way love is made to be.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I look my lover straight in the eye, stops the clock.

♪ ♪ She looks in mine.

♪ ♪ Precious moment, I'm holdin' on, then she blinks.

♪ ♪ The moment's gone.

♪ ♪ Then she blinks.

♪ ♪ The moment's gone.

♪ ♪ Bittersweet, that's the way love is made.

♪ ♪ Bittersweet, that's the way love is made.

♪ ♪ Bittersweet, ♪ ♪ that's the way love is made to be.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Oliver: Thank y'all so much.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Behind the wheel of a yellow cab ♪ ♪ on the outskirts of Birmingham, ♪ ♪ he dreams of a traffic jam in Manhattan.

♪ ♪ Below the city in a subway car, ♪ ♪ she feels just like a shootin' star, ♪ ♪ never thought she could get so far from her old man.

♪ ♪ The last phone booth in New York City, ♪ ♪ ringin' all day, callin' somebody home.

♪ ♪ She doesn't answer.

♪ ♪ She walks faster.

♪ ♪ She won't be goin' back to Alabaster.

♪ ♪ She won't be goin' back.

♪ ♪ She won't be goin' back to Alabaster.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Thousand miles away, she still feels it, ♪ ♪ scrape of his chin, bruise on her spirit.

♪ ♪ Home is callin', but she don't get near it ever again.

♪ ♪ Steps on the gas, tries to harness the anger.

♪ ♪ Last thing he do is try to understand her.

♪ ♪ Stuck in time like a fly in the amber, never transcends.

♪ ♪ The last phone booth in New York City, ♪ ♪ ringin' all day, callin' somebody home.

♪ ♪ She doesn't answer.

♪ ♪ She walks faster.

♪ ♪ She won't be goin' back to Alabaster.

♪ ♪ She won't be goin' back.

♪ ♪ She won't be goin' back to Alabaster.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Time passes, distance grows wider, ♪ ♪ the dark features brighter and brighter.

♪ ♪ She's got a new heart beatin' inside her ♪ ♪ 'cause she's her own master.

♪ ♪ She won't be goin' back.

♪ ♪ She's her own master.

♪ ♪ She won't be goin' back.

♪ ♪ She's her own master.

♪ ♪ The last phone booth in New York City, ♪ ♪ ringin' all day, callin' somebody home.

♪ ♪ She doesn't answer.

♪ ♪ She walks faster, yeah.

♪ ♪ The last phone booth in New York City.

♪ ♪ Won't be goin' back.

♪ ♪ Callin' somebody home.

♪ ♪ She doesn't answer.

♪ ♪ She walks faster.

♪ ♪ Won't be goin' back, hey, hey, hee.

♪ ♪ She won't be goin' back.

♪ ♪ She won't be goin' back to Alabaster.

♪ ♪ She won't be goin' back, woo.

♪ ♪ She won't be goin' back to Alabaster.

♪ ♪ Yeah, she won't be goin' back.

♪ ♪ She won't be goin' back to Alabaster.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Oliver: All right.

Look at all these real people.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ The more I look, the more I find ♪ ♪ there's no perfect heart ♪ ♪ like you see on a valentine.

♪ ♪ The more I see, the more I notice ♪ ♪ everybody is a little bit broken.

♪ ♪ Everybody is a little bit broken, and it's all right.

♪ ♪ It's all right.

♪ ♪ To be a little bit broken, it's all right.

♪ ♪ It's all right to be broken.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ You're spreadin' those ashes all around.

♪ ♪ Love is a flame that never goes out.

♪ ♪ Look in the sky.

♪ ♪ See the rise of the smokin'.

♪ ♪ Everybody is a little bit broken.

♪ ♪ Everybody is a little bit broken, and it's all right.

♪ ♪ It's all right.

♪ ♪ Yeah, to be a little bit broken, it's all right.

♪ ♪ It's all right.

♪ ♪ Everybody is a little bit broken, and it's all right.

♪ ♪ It's all right to be broken, broken.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ The more I live, the more I know.

♪ ♪ Wear my scars like medals of gold.

♪ ♪ Every beat-up heart has got a lot more soul, ♪ ♪ and everybody is a little bit broken.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I'm a lot a bit broken.

♪ ♪ Jano's broken.

♪ ♪ It's all right.

♪ ♪ My little brother's so frickin' broken.

♪ ♪ It's all right.

♪ ♪ It's all right.

♪ ♪ Everybody is a little bit broken.

♪ ♪ It's all right.

♪ ♪ Yeah, to be a little broken, it's all right.

♪ ♪ Everybody is a little bit broken, and it's all right.

♪ Oliver: Y'all helpin' us out?

♪ It's all right.

♪ ♪ Yeah, to be a little bit broken, and it's all right.

♪ Oliver: Help us out.

You ready?

♪ Everybody is a little bit broken.

♪ ♪ Everybody is a little bit broken.

♪ Oliver: You know it's true.

♪ Everybody is a little bit broken, and it's all right.

♪ ♪ It's all right.

♪ ♪ Yeah, to be a little bit broken, it's all right.

♪ ♪ It's all right.

♪ ♪ Everybody is a little bit broken, and it's all right.

♪ ♪ It's all right to be broken, broken, yeah.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Oliver: All right.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ As I sit on the edge of this never-made bed, ♪ ♪ old guitar in my lap, a new tune in my head.

♪ ♪ There she stands in the doorway, ♪ ♪ just brushin' her hair.

♪ ♪ It's my beautiful muse in her underwear.

♪ ♪ And if I was thinkin', I'd be thinkin', thank God, ♪ ♪ whoever you are, for the muse and this old guitar.

♪ ♪ Times like these, so sweet and so true, ♪ ♪ thinkin's the last thing that you wanna do.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ And as I sit on the end of this dirty, old bar, ♪ ♪ tryin' to work some things out and not gettin' too far, ♪ ♪ and as I drown out the voices ♪ ♪ that are keepin' me down, ♪ ♪ there's a muse all alone on the other side of town.

♪ ♪ And if I was thinkin', I'd be thinkin', ♪ ♪ thank God, whoever you are, ♪ ♪ for all the whiskey in this dirty, old bar.

♪ ♪ Times like these, so sad but so true.

♪ ♪ Thinkin's the last thing that you wanna do.

♪ ♪ Thinkin's the last thing that you wanna do.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ As I sit on the bed in this hospital room, ♪ ♪ sheddin' a tear for the bride and the groom, ♪ ♪ the tiniest voice starts to bellow and cry.

♪ ♪ It's my finest work yet if today I should die.

♪ ♪ And if I was thinkin', I'd be thinkin', thank God, ♪ ♪ for the muse and the miracle right here in my arms.

♪ ♪ Times like these, so sweet and so true, ♪ ♪ thinkin's the last thing that you oughta do.

♪ ♪ Thinkin's the last thing that you oughta do.

♪ ♪ Yeah, thinkin's the last thing that you oughta do.

♪ ♪♪♪ Oliver: Thank you so much.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Hello, I'm Lonely.

♪ ♪ I sweep up the place.

♪ ♪ I go in early, and I come home late.

♪ ♪ And one thing I never forget is a face, ♪ ♪ and you keep me around.

♪ ♪ You keep me around.

♪ ♪ Hello, I'm Sad.

♪ ♪ I know I get in the way.

♪ ♪ You sit, and you wonder how long I'm gonna stay ♪ ♪ while I show you the rainbow in all shades of grey.

♪ ♪ And you keep me around.

♪ ♪ I bring ya down.

♪ ♪ You keep me around.

♪ ♪ Hello, I'm Faith, and I might be blind, ♪ ♪ but I'm the one's gonna keep toein' the line, ♪ ♪ and you land on your feet almost every time.

♪ ♪ And you keep me around.

♪ ♪ I won't let you down.

♪ ♪ You keep me around.

♪ ♪ You keep me around.

♪ ♪ I won't let you down.

♪ ♪ Well, you keep me around.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Sad and Lonely, they go and come.

♪ ♪ You think you don't need 'em, but you gotta have some.

♪ ♪ Try askin' the Dark where the Light comes from.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Hello, I'm Faith, and I might be blind, ♪ ♪ but I'm the one's gonna keep toein' the line, ♪ ♪ and you land on your feet almost every time.

♪ Oliver: Can ya help us?

♪ Yeah, you keep me around.

♪ Oliver: Sing it.

♪ I won't let you down.

♪ ♪ You keep me around.

♪ ♪ Yes, you do, yes, you do.

♪ ♪ You keep me around.

♪ ♪ I won't let you down.

♪ ♪ You keep me around, woo.

♪ ♪ You keep me around.

♪ ♪ Keep me around.

♪ ♪ You keep me around.

♪ ♪ You keep me around.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I hope the levee in Shreveport does ♪ ♪ what it's supposed to do 'cause the rain keeps comin'.

♪ ♪ Yeah, the rain keeps comin'.

♪ ♪ I must've called you 99 times, but I couldn't get through.

♪ ♪ And the rain keeps comin', yeah, the rain keeps comin'.

♪ ♪ And the rain keeps comin', yeah, the rain keeps comin'.

♪ ♪ And the rain keeps comin', yeah, ♪ ♪ and the rain keeps comin'.

♪ ♪ Nothin's ever for certain till the levee breaks down.

♪ ♪ The water comes in, and the river, ♪ ♪ the river takes the town.

♪ ♪ There's a shelter at the high school gym.

♪ ♪ They got blankets and food, but you won't sleep easy.

♪ ♪ No, you won't sleep easy.

♪ ♪ It's been a few days since I heard any word from you.

♪ ♪ No, and I don't sleep easy.

♪ ♪ No, I don't sleep easy.

♪ ♪ And the rain keeps comin', and the rain keeps comin', ♪ ♪ and the rain keeps comin', yeah, the rain keeps comin'.

♪ ♪ And nothin's ever for certain till the levee breaks down.

♪ ♪ The water comes in, and the river, ♪ ♪ the river takes the town, ♪ ♪ yes, it does.

♪ ♪ The river takes the town.

♪ ♪ River takes the town.

♪ ♪ River takes the town.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ There's a number you call ♪ ♪ if your house gets washed away, ♪ ♪ but it'll never be the same.

♪ ♪ No, it'll never be the same.

♪ ♪ Since you held my hand and kissed me ♪ ♪ the very first day, ♪ ♪ no, I'll never be the same.

♪ ♪ No, I'll never be the same.

♪ ♪ And the rain keeps comin', never be the same.

♪ ♪ And the rain keeps comin', never be the same.

♪ ♪ Yeah, the rain keeps comin', never be the same.

♪ ♪ And the rain keeps comin', never be the same.

♪ ♪ And the rain keeps comin', never be the same.

♪ ♪ And the rain keeps comin', never be the same.

♪ ♪ And nothin's ever for certain till the levee breaks down.

♪ ♪ The water comes in, and the river, ♪ ♪ the river takes the town.

♪ ♪ River takes the town.

♪ ♪ River takes the town.

♪ ♪ River takes the town.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I've got nothin' to lose on this losin' streak.

♪ ♪ The same that makes me strong, ♪ ♪ the same that makes me weak.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ And I've got nothin' to hide from this sky above.

♪ ♪ The same that makes me live, ♪ ♪ the same that makes me love.

♪ ♪ And I've got no use for the time of day, ♪ ♪ and whatever happens will happen anyway.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I've got nowhere to go on this lonesome road.

♪ ♪ The same that weighs me down, ♪ ♪ the same that carries my load.

♪ ♪ And I've got nothin' to gain on this mountain hide.

♪ ♪ The same that makes me live, ♪ ♪ the same that makes me die.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ And I've got no use for the time of day.

♪ ♪ Whatever happens will happen anyway.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ And I've got no use for the time of day.

♪ ♪ Whatever happens will happen anyway.

♪ ♪ No use for the time of day.

♪ ♪ Whatever happens, whatever happens, ♪ ♪ whatever happens will happen anyway.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Hallelujah, well, ♪ ♪ I just woke up from a dream so far away.

♪ ♪ It's no accident I landed here, ♪ ♪ eyes wide open and seein' clear.

♪ ♪ I've come a long, long way.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ And I am wiser now.

♪ ♪ My man Atlas told me ♪ ♪ I shouldn't try to hold his world up.

♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

♪ ♪ He said, "Boy you've got some muscle you have never used.

♪ ♪ All you got to do is go ahead and wake up."

♪ ♪ Don't you try to hold my world up.

♪ ♪ Don't you try to hold my world.

♪ ♪ Don't you try to hold my world up.

♪ ♪ Don't you try to hold my world.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Aphrodite, that old suitcase was my burden for so long.

♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

♪ ♪ She said, "Boy you've got some heart and soul, ♪ ♪ but that's not what your love is for.

♪ ♪ Lay your burden down, and we'll both be strong."

♪ ♪ Don't you try to hold my world up.

♪ ♪ Don't you try to hold my world.

♪ ♪ Don't you try to hold my world up.

♪ ♪ Don't you try to hold my world, woo.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Well, I'm stronger now.

♪ ♪ My man Atlas told me, well, ♪ ♪ I shouldn't try to hold his world up.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Well, he said, "Boy, you got some muscle ♪ ♪ you have never used.

♪ ♪ All you've got to do is go ahead and wake up."

♪ ♪ Don't you try to hold my world up.

♪ ♪ Don't you try to hold my world.

♪ ♪ Don't you try to hold my world up.

♪ ♪ Don't you try to hold my world, yeah, yeah.

♪ ♪ Don't you try to hold my world up.

♪ ♪ Don't you try to hold my world.

♪ ♪ Don't you try to hold my world up.

♪ ♪ Don't you try to hold my world.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Oliver: Chris Wood on the bass, y'all.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ It's hard to be fair when you're fightin'.

♪ ♪ It's hard to be nice when you lose.

♪ ♪ And, yes, you were thunder and lightnin', ♪ ♪ and all you are is stuck with the blues.

♪ ♪ Yeah, stuck with the blues.

♪ ♪ So you gotta be lost to be found, ♪ ♪ and the devil spins the world around.

♪ ♪ Before you know the sun's up, it goes down.

♪ ♪ Gotta be lost to be found, ♪ ♪ and the devil spins the world around.

♪ ♪ Well, it is what it is, and it isn't what it ain't.

♪ ♪ Doesn't matter what it was ♪ ♪ 'cause you know it's gonna keep on.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ You can't keep me from laughin', ♪ ♪ and I can't keep you from cryin'.

♪ ♪ It's hard to say just what's happenin'.

♪ ♪ We could be crashin', or we could be flyin'.

♪ ♪ Yeah, we'll be flyin'.

♪ ♪ So you gotta be lost to be found.

♪ ♪ The devil spins the world around.

♪ ♪ Before we know the sun's up, it goes down.

♪ ♪ Ya gotta be lost to be found, ♪ ♪ and the devil spins the world around.

♪ ♪ Well, it is what it is, and it isn't what it ain't.

♪ ♪ Doesn't matter what it was 'cause you know ♪ ♪ it's gonna keep on, ♪ keep on changin'.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ You gotta be lost to be found.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ You gotta be lost to be found.

♪ Oliver: Hope not.

♪ It's hard to be fair when the devil spins the world around.

♪ ♪ It's hard to be nice when the devil spins the world around.

♪ ♪ Yes, you were thunder.

♪ ♪ The devil spins the world around.

♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah, it's a piece of ice.

♪ ♪ Well, the devil spins the world around.

♪ ♪ You gotta be lost to be found, ♪ ♪ and the devil spins the world around.

♪ ♪ You gotta be lost to be found, ♪ ♪ and the devil spins the world around.

♪ ♪ You gotta be lost to be found, ♪ ♪ and the devil spins the world around.

♪ ♪ Before you know the sun's up, it goes down, ♪ ♪ and it is what it is, and it isn't what it ain't.

♪ ♪ Doesn't matter what it was ♪ ♪ 'cause you know it's gonna keep on.

♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ When I was a little boy, I liked to goin' swimmin'.

♪ ♪ But now I am a bigger boy, and I like to go with women.

♪ ♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I need a girl that's good to me, little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ I need a girl 'bout 5 foot 3, little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ I need a girl's gonna treat me right, little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ I need a girl like you tonight, little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ You got my number, you got my name, little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ So why don't you call me, Liza Jane?

♪ ♪ Little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ You got that body, you got that frame, little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Yeah, why don't you call me, Liza Jane?

♪ ♪ Little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Little Liza Jane.

♪ Oliver: Y'all wanna help us?

♪ Little Liza Jane.

♪ Oliver: Pay close attention.

♪ Little Liza Jane.

♪ Oliver: Here's your part.

♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ ♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ Oliver: Now you got it.

♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ Oliver: You sing it.

♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ Oliver: Real loud.

♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ Oliver: How about it in LA?

♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ Oliver: Keep it up, keep it up now.

♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ Oliver: So good.

♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ Oliver: Real big.

♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ Oliver: Feels good.

♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ Oliver: Keep it up, real big.

♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ Oliver: You've got it.

♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ Oliver: You've got it.

♪ Oh, little Liza, little Liza Jane.

♪ Oliver: Last one.

♪ Oh, little Liza, ♪ ♪ little Liza Jane.

♪♪ Oliver: Well done.

Oliver: Y'all are pretty fun.

Thank you.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ My whole Saturday and Sunday too, ♪ ♪ I was thinkin' about ways not to lose.

♪ ♪ I lay down my weapons is what I've done, ♪ ♪ too late to hide, feet too soft to run, ♪ ♪ and people say I'm the luckiest man.

♪ Oliver: Y'all can do it.

♪ Yeah, they say that runnin' is useless.

♪ ♪ Well, fighting is foolish.

♪ ♪ You're not gonna win, but still you're the luckiest man.

♪ ♪ You're up against too many horses and mysterious forces.

♪ ♪ What you don't know is you are the luckiest man.

♪ ♪ You're the luckiest man.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I don't talk to the devil when he calls my name, ♪ ♪ but sometimes, when I'm losin', it all seems the same.

♪ ♪ And when I fall, I'm back up again, ♪ ♪ just to slip on the same mistake ♪ ♪ and slide right back in, ♪ ♪ and people say I'm the luckiest man.

♪ Oliver: Let's all sing it.

♪ Yeah, and they say, runnin' is useless.

♪ ♪ The fightin' is foolish.

♪ ♪ You're not gonna win, but, still, ♪ ♪ you're the luckiest man.

♪ ♪ You're up against too many horses and mysterious forces.

♪ ♪ What you don't know is you are the luckiest man.

♪ ♪ You're the luckiest man, hey, hey.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Hey, hey, yeah, hey.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Oh, yeah, yeah.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Try to keep my faith and keep my mind.

♪ ♪ I hate to lose either one when the whip cracks behind, ♪ ♪ and I can't help but mournin' ♪ ♪ just a little each night.

♪ ♪ People say everything is gonna be all right.

♪ ♪ They say I'm the luckiest man.

♪ Oliver: Can y'all sing it, San Diego, Solana Beach?

♪ Yeah, they say runnin' is useless.

♪ ♪ Fightin' is foolish.

♪ ♪ You're not gonna win, but, still, ♪ ♪ you're the luckiest man.

♪ ♪ You're up against too many horses and mysterious forces.

♪ ♪ What you don't know is you are the luckiest man.

♪ ♪ You're the luckiest man.

♪ ♪♪♪ Oliver: Jano Rix, Chris Wood, Oliver Wood.

Kat Wright opened the show tonight.

Thank y'all so much.

We sure love this place.

Can't wait till next time.

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