MUSIC: You Can Close Your Eyes
# Well, the sun is surely sinking down
# But the moon is slowly rising
# So this old world must still be spinning 'round
# And I still love you
# So close your eyes
# You can close your eyes, it's all right
# Well, I don't know no love songs
# And I can't sing the blues any more
# But I can sing this song
# And you can sing this song when I'm gone
# It won't be long before another day
# We're gonna have a good time
# And no-one's gonna take that time away
# You can stay as long as you like
# So close your eyes
# You can close your eyes, it's all right
# Well, I don't know no love songs
# And I can't sing the blues any more
# Ah, but I can sing this song
# Yes, and you can sing this song when I'm gone. #
APPLAUSE
Thank you.
This is a tune about things not always turning out
like you had expected they would.
HE WHISTLES
I just blew the introduction to that song, right?
LAUGHTER
Here's a tune, folks.
LAUGHTER
MUSIC: Long Ago And Far Away
# Long ago, a young man sits
# And plays his waiting game
APPLAUSE
# But things are not the same it seems
# As in such tender dreams
# Slowly passing sailing ships
# And Sunday afternoons
# Like people on the moon, I see
# As things not meant to be
# Where do your golden rainbows end?
# Why is this song so sad?
# Dreaming the dreams I've dreamed, my friend
# Loving the love I love
# To love is just a word I've heard
# When things are being said
# Stories my poor head has told me
# That cannot stand the cold
# Yes, and in between what might have been
# And what has come to pass
# A misbegotten guess, alas
# And bits of broken glass
# Where do your golden rainbows end?
# Why is the song I sing so sad?
# Dreaming the dreams I've dreamed, my friend
# Loving the love I love
# To love, to love, to love
# Oh, no, no, no, now. #
APPLAUSE
I'd like to invite a very good friend of mine
to be on TV with me. Mr Danny 'Kootch'.
APPLAUSE
We're going to do a tune right now, that he wrote.
It's a tune about a bad name, a bad man...
GIGGLING
..name of Machine Gun Kelly.
Machine Gun Kelly was just a simple, you know, run-of-the-mill,
low-rate thief until he ran into his old lady, Kathryn Kelly,
and married her, and she had eyes to make it real big, you know,
so she had him out ripping off bigger establishments and, erm...
..she had him, erm, murdering and kidnapping people
and practising with that submachine gun and stuff like that.
So, there's a moral to this story, and that's if anyone ever tells you
to rob a bank or kidnap someone or murder anybody,
just tell them to go to hell. That's what I always do.
LAUGHTER
MUSIC: Machine Gun Kelly
# I'll tell you 'bout Machine Gun Kelly
# He rode along the outlaw trail
# Machine Gun Kelly was a simple man
# But the woman was as hard as hell
# Watch out, Machine Gun
# Don't let her run you 'round
# Don't let a woman put you six feet in the ground
# Machine Gun
# I'm talking 'bout Kathryn Kelly
# So tired of being such small time, y'all
# Figured they'd kidnap a rich man's son
# Maybe make it in the world of crime
# Watch out, Machine Gun
# Don't let her run you 'round
# Don't let the woman make you out to be a clown
# Machine Gun
# Watch out, Machine Gun Kelly
# Well, be careful 'bout what you do, y'all
# If you keep listening to your old lady
# There ain't no telling what'll happen to you now
# Machine Gun
# Government boys came for Machine Gun
# They put the poor boy away
# They stuck him in a hole in Leavenworth Prison
# Where he lived until his dying day
# Watch out, Machine Gun
# Don't let her run you 'round
# Don't let a woman put you six feet in the ground
# Machine Gun
# Watch out, Machine Gun. #
APPLAUSE
CHEERING
Thank you, Kootch.
Right now, I'd like to bring out some other people
to help me out a little bit,
Mr Russell Kunkel and Mr Leland Sklar.
APPLAUSE
That's Russell playing that conga drum.
We'd like to do a song for you called Look Up Your Rainy Day Man.
APPLAUSE
# What good is that happy lie?
# All you wanted from the start was to cry, now
# It looks like another fall
# Your friends, they don't seem to help at all now
# When you're feeling kind of cold and small, y'all
# Just call on your rainy day man
# It does you no good to pretend, child
# You've made a hole much too big to mend now
# And it looks like you'll lose again, my friend
# So call on your rainy day man
# Rainy day man, he don't like sunshine
# He don't chase no rainbows
# He don't need good times
# Grey days roll in
# Then you'll see him
# Empty feeling
# But now you need him
# All those noble thoughts, they don't belong
# You can't hide the truth with a happy song
# And since you knew where you stood all along
# Won't you go on home and call on your rainy day man?
# Simple pleasures, they all evade you
# Store-bought treasures,
# Hey, none can save you, no, now
# Look for signs to ease the pain
# Ask again, child
# Pray for rain
# It looks like another fall, now
# Your good friends, they don't seem to help at all now
# When you're feeling kind of cold and small, yeah
# Just look up your rainy day man
# All I need is just to call on my rainy day man
# I better look up my rainy day man, yeah
# Da, da, la-da, da-da, da, da
# Da, da, da, da-da-da
# Da, da, da, da-na-na-na
# Da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da
# Ba-ra, do-you-do, do-ba-roo-boo-boo, do-do-do-do
# Do-roo, do-roo, do-roo, do-roo
# Do-roo, do-roo, do-roo
# It's time to call on my rainy day man. #
APPLAUSE
This is a song called One Man Parade.
# Think I'm gonna clap my hands
# Believe I might tap my feet
# Put together a one-man band
# Take it walkin' on down the street
# Gonna have a one-man parade
# Nobody needs to know
# Oh, cos I'm right good at holding on
# All I need is a little dog
# To be walking at my right hand
# Take in the breeze just as free as you please
# Maybe checking out occasional garbage cans
# Talking 'bout a one-man dog
# Nobody's friend but mine
# Whoa, now, you can say that he's looking kind of funky
# But I do believe he's doing fine
# Hanalei was raining, raining
# And, baby, she had the blues
# I was looking for my walking cane
# Putting on my highway shoes, oh
# Thinking 'bout a one-man parade
# Nobody needs to know, no, no
# Cos I'm right good at holdin' on
# Holdin' on. #
APPLAUSE
I'd like to present to you now Miss Carole King.
APPLAUSE
Like I said, this is a tune that Carole wrote
and I recorded it on my most recent album cos I really like it.
And since other people seem to like it too, they pulled it for a single.
For whatever that's worth.
CHUCKLING
Let's see.
MUSIC: You've Got A Friend
APPLAUSE
# When you're down
# And troubled
# And you need some lovin' care
# And nothing
# Oh, nothing is going right
# Close your eyes and think of me
# And soon I will be there
# To brighten up, whoa, even your darkest night
# You just call out my name
# And you know, wherever I am
# I'll come running
# To see you again
# Winter, spring, summer or fall
# All you've got to do is call
# And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah, now
# You've got a friend
# If the sky
# Above you
# Should grow dark and full of clouds
# And that old north wind should begin to blow
# Keep your head together
# And call my name out loud, now, baby
# Soon I'll be knockin' upon your door
# You just call out my name
# And you know, wherever I am
# I'll come running
# To see you again
# Winter, spring, summer or fall
# Now, all you've got to do is call on me
# And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah
# Tell me ain't it good to know
# That you've got a friend
# And people can be so cold
# They'll hurt you, yes, and desert you
# They'll take your soul if you let them
# But don't you let them
# You just call out my name
# And you know wherever I am
# I'll come running, running, yeah, yeah, yeah
# To see you again
# Winter, spring, summer or fall
# Now, all you've got to do is call
# And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah, now
# You've got a friend
# Ain't it good to know that you've got a friend
# Ain't it good to know, ain't it good to know
# Ain't it good to know, yeah, yeah, yeah
# You've got a friend. #
APPLAUSE
This next one is very short.
I thought it was an entire...
I thought it was half a tune, actually,
when I started to write it, which was about four years ago.
But I never got anything else on it, so...
..I guess it's finished.
LAUGHTER
Of course, I could be wrong.
MUSIC: Soldiers
One, two...
# It was just after sunrise and down by the sea
# Down on the sand flats where nothing will grow
# Come drumming and footsteps like out of a dream
# Where the golden green waters come in
# Just nine lucky soldiers had come through the night
# Half of them wounded and barely alive
# Just 9 out of 20 was headed for home
# With 11 sad stories to tell
# I remember quite clearly when I got out of bed
# I said, "Oh, good morning
# "What a beautiful day." #
APPLAUSE
As soon as I can get this thing tuned,
we'll do a tune called Country Road.
SCATTERED APPLAUSE
Thank you. Thank you for the smattering.
LAUGHTER
As I said...
# Take to the highway
# Won't you lend me your name?
# Your way and my way
# They seem to be one and the same
# Mama don't understand it
# She wants to know where I've been
# I'd have to be some kind of natural-born fool
# To pass that way again
# But you know I could feel it
# Walkin' on a country road
# Sail home to Jesus, won't you, good girls and boys?
# I'm all in pieces
# You can have my choice
# Cos I can see a heavenly band full of angels
# Coming forth to set me free
# I don't know nothing 'bout the why or when
# But I can tell you that it's bound to be
# Because I could feel it, Lord
# Walkin' on a country road
# I'm guessing my feet know where they want me to go
# Walkin' on a country road, Lord
# Walk on down one more time, if you will
# Take to the highway
# Won't you lend me your name?
# Your way and my way, they seem to be one and the same
# Well, Mama, she don't quite seem to understand it
# Wants to know where the boy's been
# Lord, I'd have to be some kind of natural-born fool
# To wanna walk on down that road again
# But you know I could feel it, Lord
# Walkin' down a country road
# Walk on down, walk on down, walk on down
# Walk on down, walk on down a country road
# La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
# La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
# Country road
# Yeah, my country road
# Say now, you can feel it, you can feel it
# You can feel it, too
# On a country road
# Whoa. #
APPLAUSE
MUSIC: Love Has Brought Me Around
One, two, three, bo-bo-boom...
# Don't come to me with your sorrows any more
# I don't need to know how bad you're feeling today
# I declare that I've had my share and I've heard it all before
# It's time for me to be stealing away
# Miss November
# I detect a frown
# Now you can close your eyes
# And turn it upside down
# Love has brought me around
# Love has brought me around, yeah, now
# When my sky was full of grey
# And my day was full of blue
# There was nothing I could do
# Just to see myself through
# Now my head is full of springtime
# And my heart is full of you
# Goodbye lonely blue
# It shall all come true
# Let those storm clouds roll out on the sea
# Once you let the sunshine
# Down on me
# Yeah
# Love has brought me around
# Love has brought me around, oh, now
# Oh, I know that you know
# That what I've got to say
# Is just an old cliche
# Anyway, as they say
# Love has brought me around
# Love has brought me around, yes, it has. #
APPLAUSE
I'm going to get Mr Ralph Schuckett, a member of Jo Mama,
to come out here and play a little organ for us, if he's around.
Here he is.
APPLAUSE
I'd like to do a blues for you called Steamroller.
APPLAUSE
# Well, I'm a steamroller, baby
# I'm gonna roll all over you
# Yes, I'm a steamroller for you, baby
# Sure enough bound to roll all over you
# I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock and roll
# And shoot you full of rhythm and blues
# I'm a cement mixer, baby
# A churning urn of burning funk
# Yeah I'm a cement mixer, baby
# A churning urn of burning funk
# I'm a demolition derby
# A hefty hunk of steaming junk
# Play the blues, could you?
# Get down
# I'm a napalm bomb for you, baby
# Stone guaranteed to blow your mind
# I'm a napalm bomb, got to tell you one more time
# Don't you know, sugar, baby
# Stone guaranteed
# To blow your mind
# And if I can't have your love for my own
# There may not be nothing left behind
# Oh, Bokonon, Bokonon, Bokonon
# I just can't seem to lose
# This here no well
# Goddamn, low down case
# Of those steamroller blues. #
APPLAUSE
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
LAUGHTER
The reason I've so suddenly become so tastefully dressed
is that we've got a bit of a finale worked out.
LAUGHTER
We've got everybody back on stage -
all the members of Jo Mama, and Carole's back.
LAUGHTER
We customarily do this tune in about three times
human-capacity volume, but...
..these machines in here won't take it.
CROWD GROAN
WHISPERS: So it may seem a little quiet.
One...two...
# Come on, brother, get on up
# And help me find this groove
# Come on, brother, won't you get on up
# And help me find this groove?
# Come on, brother, won't you get on up
# And help me find this groove?
# Come on, brother, won't you get on up
# And help me find this groove?
# Whoa-oh
# Ooo-oo-ooh
# Ooo-oooooooh
# God must love the rich man
# Jesus, he loves the poor
# If they don't love the walkin' man
# They don't love me no more
# Who is the walkin' man?
# I am
# What does a walkin' man do?
# He walks
# Who is the walkin' man?
# I am
# What does a walkin' man do?
# Sometimes just step
# Who is the walkin' man?
# What does a walkin' man do?
# I walk
Hey!
# Oh, Bokonon, we got that groove
# What are we gonna do?
# Oh, Bokonon, we got that groove
# What are we gonna do?
# Oh, Bokonon, we got that groove Yeah, yeah, yeah
# What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do?
# Oh, Bokonon, we got that groove Oh, yeah
# What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do?
# Oh, Bokonon, we got that groove Yeah, now
# What are we gonna do?
# Oh, Bokonon, we got that groove
# What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do?
# Shoop, shoop, shooby-do-aaah. #
APPLAUSE
RHYTHMIC CLAPPING
MUSIC: The Promised Land
# Left my home in Norfolk, Virginia
# California on my mind
# Straddled that Greyhound and rode it into Raleigh
# And on across Caroline
# We stopped in Charlotte but bypassed Rockhill
# We never was a minute late
# We was 90 miles out of Atlanta by sundown
# And rolling out of Georgia state
# Had some motor trouble that turned into a struggle
# Halfway across Alabam
# That hound broke down and left us all stranded
# In downtown Birmingham
# So right away I bought me a through train ticket
# Right across Mississippi clean
# And I was on that Special Flyer out of Birmingham
# Smoking into New Orleans
# Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
# Just to get to Houston town
# There's an uncle there who cares a little about him
# He won't let the poor boy down
# Sure as you're born, he bought me a silk suit
# Put some luggage in my hand
# And I woke up high over Albuquerque
# On a jet to the Promised Land
# Working on a T-bone steak, a la carte
# Flying over to the Golden State Oooo-oooh
# The pilot told us that in 13 minutes
# He should get us at the terminal gate
# Swing down chariot, won't you come down easy?
# Taxi to the terminal dome, oh
# Cut your engines and cool your wings
# And let me make it to the telephone
# Los Angeles, give me Norfolk, Virginia
# Tidewater four-ten-oh-nine
# Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling
# And the poor boy is on the line
# On the line... #
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING