- [Announcer] Produced in Athens at the Ohio University Telecommunications Center.

- [Announcer 2] The following program was produced in part through a grant from the Ohio Educational Broadcasting Network Commission and through a grant from the Ohio Arts Council.

(audience applauds) - [Announcer] From Athens, Ohio, Ramblin with the Red Clay Ramblers.

(upbeat folk music) ♪ Hop up on the side ♪ ♪ Rigging up hay ♪ ♪ My gun still rose ♪ ♪ To drive you out of town ♪ ♪ Life on the hillside raking up leaves ♪ ♪ Driving in a pickup, sitting on a steed ♪ ♪ And my gun still rose ♪ ♪ To drive you out of town ♪ ♪ And my gun still rose ♪ ♪ To drive you out of town ♪ ♪ Oh, started rigging up ♪ ♪ Ticky tacky, ticky tacky, ticky tacky ♪ ♪ My gun still rose to drive you out of town ♪ (audience applauds) - Thank you.

- Thank you.

Mike and Jim and I are now are gonna sing a Carter family song.

This song we want to dedicate to all of those, those of you here tonight and out there, and the rest of the world that sees this, send it out to those people especially who have virtues that they realize that nobody else really recognizes and they're unhappy about it.

And they're worried.

They think they're gonna kick the bucket.

And then somebody's gonna remember how nice they were.

But never before that.

I know everybody feels that way sometimes.

- [Singer] Especially you.

- I just think about it more.

Me and A.P.

Carter.

This is one called, "Give Me the Roses While I Live" (gentle music) ♪ Wonderful things of folks are said ♪ ♪ When they have passed away ♪ ♪ Roses adorn the narrow bed ♪ ♪ Over the sleeping clay ♪ ♪ Give me the roses while I live ♪ ♪ Trying to cheer me on ♪ ♪ Useless are flowers that you give ♪ ♪ After the soul is gone ♪ ♪ Let us not wait to do good deeds ♪ ♪ Till they have passed away ♪ ♪ Now is the time to sow good seeds ♪ ♪ While here on earth we stay ♪ ♪ Give me the roses while I live ♪ ♪ Trying to cheer me on ♪ ♪ Useless are flowers that you give ♪ ♪ After the soul is gone ♪ ♪ Kind words are useless when folks lie ♪ ♪ Cold in a narrow bed ♪ ♪ Don't wait till death to speak kind words ♪ ♪ Now should the words be said ♪ ♪ Give me the roses while I live ♪ ♪ Trying to cheer me on ♪ ♪ Useless are flowers that you give ♪ ♪ After the soul is gone ♪ ♪ Give me the roses while I live ♪ ♪ Don't wait until I die ♪ ♪ To spread the flowers o'er my grave ♪ ♪ You see as you pass it by ♪ ♪ Give me the roses while I live ♪ ♪ Trying to cheer me on ♪ ♪ Useless are flowers that you give ♪ ♪ After the soul is gone ♪ ♪ After the soul is gone ♪ (audience applauds) - Thank you.

We're gonna pare ourselves down to a duo here for this next number.

Meaning old uncle wide load here behind the banjo and Mike Craver at the 88s.

And they're gonna do a little old nostalgic number for you now.

(gentle music) - One of the great old time string bands was the Ink Spots.

And they only had six strings.

They were good anyhow.

We're gonna do their most psychotic number now.

Just Mike and I are gonna do a little number called, "We Three."

♪ We three, we're all alone ♪ ♪ Living in a memory ♪ ♪ My echo, my shadow, and me ♪ ♪ We three, we're not a crowd ♪ ♪ We're not even company ♪ ♪ My echo, my shadow, and me ♪ ♪ What good is the moonlight ♪ ♪ The silvery moonlight that shines above ♪ ♪ I walk with my shadow ♪ ♪ I talk with my echo ♪ ♪ But where is the one I love ♪ ♪ We three, we'll wait for you ♪ ♪ Even till eternity ♪ ♪ My echo, my shadow, and me ♪ ♪ We three ♪ ♪ We're all alone ♪ ♪ Livin' in a memory ♪ ♪ That's my echo, and my shadow and me ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ We three, we ain't no crowd ♪ ♪ Why we ain't even company ♪ ♪ That's my echo, my great big shadow, and yours truly ♪ ♪ What good is the moonlight, the silvery moonlight ♪ ♪ That shines way up above ♪ ♪ I walk with my shadow ♪ ♪ I talk with my echo ♪ ♪ But where is the one I love ♪ ♪ We three, we'll wait for you ♪ ♪ Even till eternity ♪ ♪ My echo, my shadow, and me ♪ (audience applauds) - We'd like to do one now that comes from Bill Boyd and His Cowboy Ramblers, a Texas band.

We kinda like it 'cause it tells the complete history of the world in five verses.

All you'll ever need to know to.

Simple to remember with an easy chorus.

We always like to sing along on it ourselves.

You can if you want, you don't have to.

The name of the song and the name of the chorus that y'all get to sing on if you want is, "Wahoo, Wahoo, Wahoo," and it goes like this.

- Start one more time.

Teach the rest of the crowd.

(upbeat fold music) ♪ Oh gimme a horse, gimme a horse, gimme a buckaroo ♪ ♪ And let me wahoo!

Wahoo!

Wahoo!

♪ ♪ Then give me a ranch and a big pair of pants ♪ ♪ And give me a stetson too ♪ ♪ And let me wahoo!

Wahoo!

Wahoo!

♪ ♪ Give me them wide open spaces ♪ ♪ Well I'm just like a prairie flower ♪ ♪ Growing wilder every hour ♪ ♪ Now give me a turkey and a hunk of beef jerky ♪ ♪ And dish up the doggies too ♪ ♪ And I'll go me wahoo!

Wahoo!

Wahoo!

♪ ♪ Yes, I will ♪ ♪ Well I never did sing a high class thing ♪ ♪ Did music I never knew ♪ ♪ But I can wahoo!

Wahoo!

Wahoo!

♪ ♪ I never could dance but when I danced ♪ ♪ I ruined a lady's shoe ♪ ♪ But I can wahoo!

Wahoo!

Wahoo!

♪ ♪ It's just a gift from the prairie ♪ ♪ You shout it when the bad man jigs ♪ ♪ But it could call the pigs ♪ ♪ I never could speak a word of Greek ♪ ♪ I never could scoob-a-doob-doo ♪ ♪ But I could wahoo!

Wahoo!

Wahoo!

♪ ♪ Now what did Miss Cleopatra say to Antony when they met ♪ ♪ She hollered wahoo!

Wahoo!

Wahoo!

♪ ♪ And what did that roaming Romeo sigh to Miss Juliet ♪ ♪ He sighed, wahoo!

Wahoo!

Wahoo!

♪ ♪ It started way back in Eden ♪ ♪ And Eve was the cause, and it's no fib ♪ ♪ She wah-hooed Adam for a rib ♪ ♪ Now what did Miss Pocahontas say to John Smith one day ♪ ♪ She hollered wahoo!

Wahoo!

Wahoo!

♪ ♪ Well now Hollywood queens grace the screens ♪ ♪ They're required to have it too ♪ ♪ They wanna wahoo!

Wahoo!

Wahoo!

♪ ♪ This is no con ♪ ♪ They learned it on the horses they're contract too ♪ ♪ They wanna wahoo!

Wahoo!

Wahoo!

♪ ♪ Won't you give me those wide open spaces ♪ ♪ I wanna be there with old frailty ♪ ♪ I wanna ride those hills ♪ ♪ And they'll lay me to rest down in the west ♪ ♪ Making a Mae West view of me ♪ ♪ And then wahoo!

Wahoo!

Wahoo!

♪ ♪ Now why did wild men get so wild ♪ ♪ He didn't know what to do ♪ ♪ He couldn't wahoo!

Wahoo!

Wahoo!

♪ ♪ And why did the Zulu warrior lose the battle of Timbuktu ♪ ♪ He couldn't wahoo!

Wahoo!

Wahoo!

♪ ♪ The world has wahoo-ed for ages ♪ ♪ And ages ♪ ♪ Some like to wahoo soft and low ♪ ♪ Other like to let it go ♪ ♪ Now why did the old team sing ball ♪ ♪ Sit around being blue ♪ ♪ Couldn't wahoo!

Wahoo!

Wahoo!

♪ (audience applauds) - Well, we play a lot of bluegrass festivals from time to time.

Oh, excuse me - Jim already forgot his blocking.

- Well, we play a lot of bluegrass festivals from time to time.

And there's certain requests that any band will get.

If they're on...

If they're on stage at a bluegrass festival.

- [Mike] Or the TV stations.

- Or out at the TV stations too fall into that category.

So we like to answer these requests by a song that Mr. Bill Hicks, our fiddle player, the former mayor of Snow Camp, North Carolina.

In his mayoral capacities he was commissioned to write a song about this very topic.

So out we come with this one and it's called, "Play Rocky Top or I'll Punch Your Lights Out."

(upbeat bluegrass music) ♪ Well I come down to this bar every evening ♪ ♪ I get here just about ten ♪ ♪ I been tryin' to get a little lovin' ♪ ♪ Can't remember how long it's been ♪ ♪ But if you'll just do me a favor ♪ ♪ Play that song for me ♪ ♪ I'll fix your car next Thursday ♪ ♪ Throw in the lube and the oil for free ♪ ♪ Play 'Rocky Top' ♪ ♪ For the lady at the bar with the long red fingernails ♪ ♪ I been tryin' all night to get that girl ♪ ♪ Ole 'Rocky Top' it never fails ♪ ♪ I can't play no music ♪ ♪ I ain't got no hundred dollar bill ♪ ♪ But if you'll just play old 'Rocky Top' ♪ ♪ I know that lady will ♪ ♪ Now some people think that I'm stupid ♪ ♪ That's all right with me ♪ ♪ Some people can think of anything they want ♪ ♪ Just as long as they let me be ♪ ♪ I ain't got no education and I don't know how to spell ♪ ♪ But I know what a good dried song sounds like ♪ ♪ And I know how to raise some hell ♪ ♪ Play 'Rocky Top' ♪ ♪ For the lady at the bar with the long red fingernails ♪ ♪ I been tryin' all night to get that girl ♪ ♪ Ole 'Rocky Top' it never fails ♪ ♪ I can't play no music ♪ ♪ I ain't got no hundred dollar bill ♪ ♪ But if you'll just play old 'Rocky Top' ♪ ♪ I know that lady will ♪ ♪ Well the money keeps getting smaller ♪ ♪ And the rent keeps going up ♪ ♪ I got me a little house trailer ♪ ♪ And a brand new blue tick pup ♪ ♪ I can't afford no regular woman ♪ ♪ So this what I'll do ♪ ♪ You play 'Rocky Top' for me ♪ ♪ And I'll sing this song for you ♪ ♪ Play 'Rocky Top' ♪ ♪ For the lady at the bar with the long red fingernails ♪ ♪ Play 'Rocky Top' ♪ ♪ I been tryin' all night ♪ ♪ Ole 'Rocky Top' it never fails ♪ ♪ I can't play no music ♪ ♪ I ain't got no hundred dollar bill ♪ ♪ But if you'll just play old 'Rocky Top' ♪ ♪ I know that lady will ♪ ♪ I can't play no music ♪ ♪ I ain't got no hundred dollar bill ♪ ♪ But if you'll just play old 'Rocky Top' ♪ ♪ I know, I know that lady will ♪ (audience applauds) - This one was written by old Spike Craver.

And it's a true story of what might have happened to him if things had been different from the way they were.

In it you'll hear the tragic tale of how he sails to African a rubber raft with only a six day supply of Twinkies and RC Cola.

Soon he lands on the dark continent.

- [Spike] Stockholders.

People in the hus organization - Things go from bad to worse.

And that's where the song begins.

Right when they're at their worst it's called, "A Thoroughly African Man."

And it goes like this.

(upbeat music) ♪ I got that ole blue feeling, staring at the ceiling ♪ ♪ Peeling in my Boston bungaloo ♪ ♪ Bungaloo, bungaloo ♪ ♪ I got the craziest notion to swim across the ocean ♪ ♪ Ask Rio Rita the reason why I'm blue ♪ ♪ Go to Madagascar and ask her ♪ ♪ Go to Madagascar ♪ ♪ My name is Wayne I sell records at Zayres ♪ ♪ I'm just another corny accordion player ♪ ♪ I'm gonna buy me a Rand MacNally ♪ ♪ Try to find a way outta Tin Pan Alley ♪ ♪ Gonna march to Pretoria, slip down ole Sudan ♪ ♪ Bungle in the jungle with a funky African band ♪ ♪ Ill polish the stars and put 'em in jars ♪ ♪ On the top of Kilimanjaro ♪ ♪ My heart's in Capetown ridin' range ♪ ♪ My butt's in Boston makin' change ♪ ♪ My head says, no you can't ♪ ♪ My feet say, Bechuanaland ♪ ♪ Lighter than air, if you want me I'll be somewhere ♪ ♪ O'er the rainbow shaking down a palm ♪ ♪ Or playing with that Congo band ♪ ♪ Forward my correspondence in care of Africa Land ♪ ♪ I wonder how it feels to be without wheels ♪ ♪ Would a Bushman like my Cushman ♪ ♪ He might shake it ♪ ♪ He might take it ♪ ♪ He might break it ♪ ♪ He won't break it ♪ ♪ Since I was a child I've wanted to run wild ♪ ♪ Wash the western world outta my hair ♪ ♪ You can make it kid, just like Albert Schweitzer did ♪ ♪ I wanna hit that blue note, stop playing the polka ♪ ♪ I'll back up Rio Rita on the road to Upper Volta ♪ ♪ We're gonna make that heart of darkness ♪ ♪ Shine with phosphorescent starkness ♪ ♪ Marching to Pretoria, slippin' down ole Sudan ♪ ♪ I'm gonna wet my paws in Victoria Falls ♪ ♪ Be a thoroughly African Man ♪ ♪ I'll polish the stars and put 'em in jars ♪ ♪ On the top of Kilimanjaro ♪ ♪ My heart's in Kenya riding range ♪ ♪ My butt's in Boston makin' change ♪ ♪ My head says, no you can't ♪ ♪ My feets in Bechuanaland ♪ ♪ Wayne and Rita bear the newest riff ♪ ♪ Where it all began ♪ ♪ Adam and Eve, what's the diff ♪ ♪ Both put together African bands ♪ ♪ Thoroughly African Man ♪ (audience applauds) - Thank you.

We'd like to get old Jack Herrick back on the Big bluegrass three for this next one.

It's about a woman who, according to the song anyway, gives her boyfriend TB.

That's about her only role in the song.

The rest of it is the boyfriend's grumbling point of view as he discovers that things aren't working out so good for him.

It's written by Carson Robinson back in the thirties And it's called, "A Woman Down in Memphis" (gentle music) ♪ Woman down in Memphis ♪ ♪ I bought myself a .44 ♪ ♪ Listen to my moaning ♪ ♪ Stay away from my front door ♪ ♪ I gone and thought the whole thing over ♪ ♪ Now I know you had me blind ♪ ♪ Oh, woman down in Memphis ♪ ♪ I'm gonna get you off my mind ♪ ♪ Woman down in Memphis ♪ ♪ Told me that your love was true ♪ ♪ And you made me spend my money ♪ ♪ Like a trusting man will do ♪ ♪ You said that we would soon get married ♪ ♪ You said you'd always do me right ♪ ♪ Oh, woman, you was trifling ♪ ♪ Soon as I was out of sight ♪ ♪ Went down to the doctor ♪ ♪ I asked him what was wrong with me ♪ ♪ Well the doctor, he looked me over ♪ ♪ He said I had that old TB ♪ ♪ He said I'd have to leave this country ♪ ♪ Stay away from Memphis town ♪ ♪ Oh, he said I'd been grieving ♪ ♪ 'Till my health was all broke down ♪ ♪ Woman down in Memphis ♪ ♪ Listen to my lonesome song ♪ ♪ Woman down in Memphis ♪ ♪ I won't be singing very long ♪ ♪ And when they take me to the graveyard ♪ ♪ And lay me in the cold, cold ground ♪ ♪ Oh, woman down in Memphis ♪ ♪ I hope the Lord will strike you down ♪ (audience applauds) - Thank you.

It's time now for an ancient Scottish ballad discovered in the gutters of Edinburgh in 1614 scratched on a rat skin.

Tucked away in an old Dundee marmalade jar.

(instruments tuning) It's based on a late 19th century Yiddish tale.

And set in Siler city, North Carolina, the poultry capital of the world.

Tells a story of a young boy who triumphs over a rooster with supernatural powers.

Back in the days before mankind had the upper hand over poultry.

- Tough days.

- We have it easy.

The young guy's name is Jack McCoy and the song's called, "McCoy's Revenge."

(gentle music) ♪ These Scorpios and Libras, Aquarians as well ♪ ♪ The helpless earthbound mortals ♪ ♪ Whose fate the stars compel ♪ ♪ Yet Capricorns and Cancers, I'll sing you of the night ♪ ♪ How saucy Jack McCoy did save the starry heavens bright ♪ ♪ Now Jack become an orphan at the moment of his birth ♪ ♪ For the laborers of his borning ♪ ♪ Laid his mother in the earth ♪ ♪ His dad then wed a widow wife ♪ ♪ And cursed be her name ♪ ♪ For the way she treated Jack McCoy it wasn't all for shame ♪ ♪ As Jack was growing up to be a fine mischievous boy ♪ ♪ No love was lost between the wife and son of old McCoy ♪ ♪ When Jack would pull his tracks and pranks ♪ ♪ As youngsters often do ♪ ♪ She'd pull his ears and pinch his nose ♪ ♪ And slap in black and blue ♪ ♪ Now the widower kept the rooster running free ♪ ♪ About the house ♪ ♪ She swore that he possessed the soul ♪ ♪ of her long departed spouse ♪ ♪ She's talked to him and called him Roy ♪ ♪ And fed him ham and grits ♪ ♪ While Jack McCoy ate table scraps ♪ ♪ And cleaned up rooster slip ♪ ♪ One night when Jack lay dreaming ♪ ♪ Of a plate of chicken stew ♪ ♪ His feast was interrupted by a cock-a-doodle-doo ♪ ♪ He scrambled to his attic window ♪ ♪ Naked as a rock ♪ ♪ Silhouetted in the Moonlight on the chimney ♪ ♪ Stood that cock ♪ ♪ The stars were shining brightly ♪ ♪ What stars they did remain ♪ ♪ Old Roy was pecking out the stars ♪ ♪ Like corn or any grain ♪ ♪ He just gobbled up the north star ♪ ♪ When Jack crawled out through the night ♪ ♪ And he grabbed that chicken by the leg ♪ ♪ And swung with all his might ♪ ♪ He swung that chicken around his head ♪ ♪ In elliptical course ♪ ♪ The stars returned to heaven by the centrifugal force ♪ ♪ And the rooster crowed for midnight ♪ ♪ And the rooster crowed for day ♪ ♪ And the rooster crowed for mercy ♪ ♪ And he crowed his life away ♪ ♪ Just then the dawn was breaking ♪ ♪ On that cold outlandish night ♪ ♪ The stars blink twice and thanks to Jack ♪ ♪ And vanished in the light ♪ ♪ And the villagers that gazed upon the rooftop of McCoy ♪ ♪ In the cloud of chicken feathers saw a smiling naked boy ♪ ♪ Now you heard my story, how Jack did save the stars ♪ ♪ Several minor asteroids plus Mercury and Mars ♪ ♪ Jack still proudly wears the marks ♪ ♪ Of the blows he got that day ♪ ♪ And the rooster's now a rockstar ♪ ♪ Making millions so they say ♪ (audience applauds) Thank you.

We're gonna do an Irish tune now.

A jig.

(instruments tuning) It's got three parts to it.

And we go through the whole thing about 99 times.

So get in a comfortable position.

It's called, "The Blarney Pilgrim."

(upbeat music) (audience applauds) - Here's a song that was written by Stephen Foster.

He, as many of you may know, was a hard throwing lefthander for the old Pirates back when they played in Forbes Field and he wasn't too good.

He was a little wild around the edges and this song kind of commemorates a particularly hard year in his career.

It's called, "Hard Times Come Again No More" (gentle music) ♪ Let us pause in life's pleasures ♪ ♪ And count its many tears ♪ ♪ While we all sup sorrow with the poor ♪ ♪ There's a song that will linger forever in our ears ♪ ♪ Oh, hard times, come again no more ♪ ♪ 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary ♪ ♪ Hard times, hard times, come again no more ♪ ♪ Many days you have lingered around my cabin door ♪ ♪ Oh, hard times, come again no more ♪ ♪ While we seek mirth and beauty and music, right and gay ♪ ♪ There are frail forms fainting at the door ♪ ♪ Though their voices are silent ♪ ♪ Their pleading looks will say ♪ ♪ Oh, hard times, come again no more ♪ ♪ 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary ♪ ♪ Hard times, hard times, come again no more ♪ ♪ Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door ♪ ♪ Oh, hard times, come again no more ♪ (audience applauds) - I have Mike Craver sing a solo number for you now.

He'll tell you what it is, I reckon.

- The name of this song is, "Baby Grand" And it was authored by Tommy.

It's the story of a jazz musician in the thirties who is also a piano player.

(bouncy piano music) ♪ There's a millionaire in the Brooklyn jail ♪ ♪ He don't care, he could go his bail ♪ ♪ He says, you could put me away, but Ill never pay ♪ ♪ Another cent of alimony ♪ ♪ A fat man comes on Christmas Eve ♪ ♪ In a bowler hat and a gartered sleeve ♪ ♪ The fat man's in a pickle 'cause he's never sent a nickel ♪ ♪ To his former matrimonial spouse ♪ ♪ The millionaire says, fat man ♪ ♪ Tell me what's your line ♪ ♪ Fat man says, I play the piano ♪ ♪ When I ain't doin' time ♪ ♪ The tycoon smiles and scratches his chin ♪ ♪ He says, you must be Fats Waller ♪ ♪ Come on in ♪ ♪ Let's see if you and me can live in harmony ♪ ♪ Across the Harlem River the boys were feelin' low ♪ ♪ They took up a pay collection ♪ ♪ The fat man's bail to go ♪ ♪ They grabbed their hats at the Cotton Club ♪ ♪ They took the Third Avenue El ♪ ♪ Brooklyn Bridge down to Flatbush ♪ ♪ They were standin' at the fat man's cell ♪ ♪ Well the boys could not believe their eyes ♪ ♪ The jail cell looked like Paradise ♪ ♪ Some swell was handin' out cigars ♪ ♪ And Fats was grinnin' through the bars ♪ ♪ Pounding on a baby grand ♪ ♪ He said, Boys meet Mr. Hennessy ♪ ♪ Responsible for all you see ♪ ♪ Hennessy's been good to me ♪ ♪ And I could stay indefinitely ♪ ♪ Pounding on a baby grand ♪ ♪ So Fats, he stayed in jail ♪ ♪ For the Christmas holidays ♪ ♪ He sent his friends away ♪ ♪ They heard the tycoon say as they were leaving ♪ ♪ Two can live as cheap as one ♪ ♪ Don't time fly when you're havin' fun ♪ ♪ Keepin' house in the can ♪ ♪ Pounding on a baby grand ♪ ♪ We'll be happy as a clam ♪ ♪ Pounding on a baby grand ♪ (audience applauds) - Here's a song that comes from the Golden Melody Boys.

Jim's gonna sing it for you.

It's called, "When the Goldenrod is Blooming Once Again."

(upbeat music) ♪ When the goldenrod was blooming in the meadow ♪ ♪ A boy and girl were strolling hand in hand ♪ ♪ They were sad for he was going on the morrow ♪ ♪ To seek his fortune in some foreign land ♪ ♪ She could not refrain from letting all her tears drop ♪ ♪ For her heart was full of sadness, doubt, and fear ♪ ♪ That some danger might fall her dearest laddy ♪ ♪ But when he sang these words her heart took cheer ♪ ♪ Will you remember in sweet September I am coming back ♪ ♪ My promised bride to claim ♪ ♪ And she whispered, I will be loved, dear ♪ ♪ When the goldenrod is blooming once again ♪ ♪ Years pass by and still she waited for him ♪ ♪ As she promised him before he went away ♪ ♪ And at last just when the goldenrod was blooming ♪ ♪ He came back home a bright September day ♪ ♪ How she ran forth, joyfully ♪ ♪ And came to meet him ♪ ♪ As he clasped her to his faithful heart again ♪ ♪ And she heard his loving voice so softly singing ♪ ♪ That dear old song is such a sweet refrain ♪ ♪ Do you remember ♪ ♪ Tis now September and I have come back ♪ ♪ My promised bride to claim ♪ ♪ And she whispered, I will be yours, dear ♪ ♪ For the goldenrod is blooming once again ♪ ♪ Will you remember, in sweet September ♪ ♪ I am coming back, my promised bride to claim ♪ ♪ And she whispered, I will be yours, dear ♪ ♪ For the goldenrod is blooming once again ♪ (audience applauds) - Thank you very much.

- This next song was written by Tommy.

It's called, "Hot Buttered Rum."

(gentle music) ♪ When chimney smoke hangs still and low ♪ ♪ Across the stubbled fields of snow ♪ ♪ And angry skies reach down and seize ♪ ♪ The sorry blackened bones of trees ♪ ♪ In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come ♪ ♪ You're my sweet maple sugar, honey ♪ ♪ Hot buttered rum ♪ ♪ When dreary Christmas decorations line the streets ♪ ♪ And filling stations ♪ ♪ And dime store Santas can't disguise ♪ ♪ Their empty hands and empty eyes ♪ ♪ In the dead of winter when the tinsel angels come ♪ ♪ You're my sweet maple sugar, honey ♪ ♪ Hot buttered rum ♪ ♪ When gloves, and boots, and woolen parkas ♪ ♪ Bring cold comfort to the heart ♪ ♪ And bitter memories freeze the tongue ♪ ♪ And songs of love are left unsung ♪ ♪ In the dead of winter when the cold feelings come ♪ ♪ You're my sweet maple sugar, honey ♪ ♪ Hot buttered rum ♪ ♪ You're my sweet maple sugar, honey ♪ ♪ Hot buttered rum ♪ (audience applauds) - Thank you.

We're gonna do one more for you.

Then we won't do anymore after that, I don't guess So this is the last one, I think?

- Or one more.

- It's one that was written by Tommy and Mike, sometime back about a visit they made to a swell cafe in Nashville, Tennessee.

- We hope you go there too, someday.

- Yes.

If you've been bad, you'll go there.

It's called, "Merchant's Lunch."

(audience applauds) (upbeat music) ♪ I took a walk ♪ ♪ He was walkin' up and down Broadway ♪ ♪ I was looking ♪ ♪ Had an eye out for a swell cafe ♪ ♪ I was hungry ♪ ♪ He was soundin' for a bite to munch ♪ ♪ I found a spot ♪ ♪ He took a table at the Merchant's Lunch ♪ ♪ Oh the Merchant's Lunch, it was an ocean of gloom ♪ ♪ It looked like half past midnight in the afternoon ♪ ♪ Down by the bar ♪ ♪ A rat-faced manager was pouring suds ♪ ♪ For the boys ♪ ♪ Trailways cowboys in their Good Will duds ♪ ♪ And the girls ♪ ♪ A pride of peddle-pushin' pinball queens ♪ ♪ Chewin' gum ♪ ♪ In sweaty combat at the Wizard machines ♪ ♪ But the queen of them all, lookin' big as a fort ♪ ♪ Was Broadway Brenda and her derelict court ♪ ♪ I ordered a blue plate special ♪ ♪ And peered out through the room ♪ ♪ To see what class of citizens inhabited this gloom ♪ ♪ And the hapless visages I saw were innocent of cheer ♪ ♪ Though mirthless laughter filled the air ♪ ♪ Inspired by wine and beer ♪ ♪ From these helpless accidents of Fortune's careless aim ♪ ♪ Broadway Brenda rose upon her queen-sized six foot frame ♪ ♪ I turned away to shun her eyes but I knew it was too late ♪ ♪ And a hand fell on my shoulder as my gaze fell on my plate ♪ ♪ I looked her up and over ♪ ♪ And she did the same to me ♪ ♪ Her teeth were green ♪ ♪ As green as garden peas ♪ ♪ She shaped her hair with dishpan fingertips ♪ ♪ An earthquake of excitement shook her Krakatoan hips ♪ ♪ Her hands went to her bosom ♪ ♪ A hush fell on the crew ♪ ♪ An acre of Brenda lay exposed to view ♪ ♪ These fevered words she whispered ♪ ♪ As he gazed upon the scene ♪ ♪ It's the custom here at Merchant's Lunch ♪ ♪ To entertain the queen ♪ ♪ I grabbed my hat ♪ ♪ And in an instant he was on his feet ♪ ♪ I was sober as a judge down at the county seat ♪ ♪ He kept his diesel up to 80 way past Baton Rouge ♪ ♪ Made it back to Beaumont for the "Evening News" ♪ ♪ He owns a wide-load rig ♪ ♪ I pay thousands in tax ♪ ♪ He's gonna keep it in Texas ♪ ♪ I ain't leavin' for snacks ♪ ♪ He's a driving fool ♪ ♪ The interstate belongs to me ♪ ♪ But I'm never going back ♪ ♪ Into the state of Tennessee ♪ ♪ Oh the Merchant's Lunch, it was an ocean of gloom ♪ ♪ It looked like half past midnight in the afternoon ♪ (audience applauds) - Thank you very much.

(audience cheers) - [Announcer 2] The preceding program was produced in part through a grant from the Ohio Educational Broadcasting Network Commission and through a grant from the Ohio Arts Council.