Country Songwriters' Circle

Country music's huge. The listening audience with radio is huge,

the record-buying audience is huge.

Country music is part of the life of the country music listener.

I mean, they live it, they live the songs.

I cannot tell you how many country fans have told me

over the years, "When I was 20 years old I hated country music.

"I didn't like it." No, you just hadn't lived enough.

Songwriter rounds and shows,

it's really a piece of country music history.

You know, Bill was there. We called 'em guitar pulls.

One guy'd play a song and you'd pull on his guitar...

Pull his guitar away from him.

And we'd just pass the guitar around and play.

This is our first evening together, the three of us.

Sat down in a room with our guitars going, "OK, what are you doing?

"What do you want to do?"

You're not going to play THAT chord, are you?

I think a lot of fans like going from what they've heard

in the finished product to hearing it raw, warts and all.

Cue the applause.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

# You swear you've had enough

# You're ready to give up

# On that little lie they call love

# Then out of the blue clear sky

# Fallin' right into your hands

# Like rain on the desert sand

# It's the last thing you had planned

# Then out of the blue clear sky

# Here she comes a walkin' talkin' true love

# Sayin' I been lookin' for you, love

# Surprise, your new love has arrived

# Out of the blue clear sky

# Now ain't love a funny thing

# One day you're givin' up the dream

# And the next you're pickin' out a ring

# Oh, out of the blue clear sky

# Here she comes a walkin' talkin' true love

# Sayin' I been lookin' for you, love

# Surprise, your new love has arrived

# Out of the blue clear

# Here she comes a walkin' talkin' true love

# Sayin' I been lookin' for you, love

# Surprise, your new love has arrived

# Out of the blue clear sky

# Yeah, yeah

# Ah-oo-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh. #

-APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

-Thank you.

Awesome.

Well, we've brought some great country music

and some great country songwriters and some great country artists,

and I've got two of 'em sitting right over here.

This guy here, his name is Clint Black, ladies and gentlemen.

Please say hello.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Thank you very much. We are thrilled to be here, and we, uh,

we were playing here earlier before you got here, it wasn't the same.

So we're glad you're here.

LAUGHTER

This song, it's what first brought me over here to London, back in 1989.

# You were the first thing that I thought of

# When I thought I drank you off my mind

# When I get lost in the liquor

# You're the only one I find

# And if I did the things I oughta

# You still would not be mine

# So I'll keep a tight grip on the bottle

# Gettin' loose and killin' time Help me, y'all

# And this killin' time is killin' me

# Drinking myself blind Thinkin' I won't see

# That if I cross that line and they bury me

# Well, I just might find I'll be killin' time for eternity

# Well I don't know nothin' 'bout tomorrow

# I've been lost in yesterday

# I've spent all my life just dying

# For a love that passed away

# And if there's an end to all my sorrow

# And this is the only price I'll pay

# I'll be a happy man when I go

# And I can't wait another day

# This killin' time is killin' me

# Drinking myself blind thinkin' I don't see

# That if I cross that line and they bury me

# Well, I just might find I'll be killin' time for eternity

# I said, I just might find I'll be killin' time for eternity. #

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Clint Black.

Thank you.

This next gentleman and I first met at the Grand Ole Opry.

He's been performing for 50 years now,

and written hits for himself and so many others.

Please welcome Mr Bill Anderson.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Like a lot of people, I started out as a songwriter.

And it's kind of funny because people will come up to you

and ask you what you do, and you tell them you're a songwriter.

And they say, "Well, what does that mean?

"What do you mean you're a songwriter?"

Well, first, you have to have a very vivid imagination.

And then it just kind of falls into place. Here's what songwriters do.

# We get to break out of prison

# Make love to our best friend's wife

# Have a beer for breakfast in Boston

# And drink rum in Jamaica that night

# We get to tell all our secrets

# In a code no-one understands

# We get to shoot all the bad guys

# And never get blood on our hands

# We're heroes, we're schemers We're drunks, we're dreamers

# We're lovers and sometimes we're fighters

# We're the students We're the teachers

# We're the Devil We're the preachers

# We're true love but mostly one-nighters

# We're the songwriters

# Half of the world thinks we're crazy

# The other half wants to be us

# They're jealous cos we get to hang out

# In the back of some big star's tour bus

# We're old boots and t-shirts and blue jeans

# We're capos and strings and E chords

# We only dress up in November

# When they hand out songwriters' awards

# We're heroes, we're schemers We're the drunks, we're the dreamers

# We're lovers and sometimes we're fighters

# We're stupid, we're wise We're the truth, we're the lies

# We're true love but mostly one-nighters

# We're the songwriters

# We write bridges, cross 'em and burn 'em

# Teach lessons but don't bother to learn 'em

# Our mothers don't know what we're doin'

# Or why we stay out all night long

# I told mine I was a drug dealer

# She said, "Thank God you ain't writin' songs"

# We're heroes, we're schemers We're the drunks, we're the dreamers

# We're lovers and sometimes we're fighters

# We're the students We're the teachers

# We're the Devil, we're preachers

# We're true love but mostly one-nighters

# We're the songwriters... #

I've had people ask me why I wrote this song.

I tell 'em I was the only one that knew the words.

You know the difference between a songwriter and a large pizza?

A large pizza can feed a family of four.

# Do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do, do-do. #

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Bill Anderson.

Well, that's the truth. What he just sang is the truth.

I think Harlan Howard said a real country song

is three chords and the truth, which is pretty much the truth, you know.

It's life put to music, and this country song started in the UK.

I was here working with a friend of mine who was recording,

and it was my first trip to the UK, so I was like, "Wow!

"Stuff's really old here. It's really old."

And we would take a break during the recording session

and we would go to the local pub. And they're not fooling around here.

Y'all really drink beer here, don't ya?

After about three of those, I think I was speaking Turkish,

and we walked back across the street and there was this beautiful church.

I've came to find out it was a 700-year-old church, and I remember

walking up to it going, "I'm going to write a song about you!"

"I'm going to write a song about this church."

The next day, I flew home with a hangover.

And as we crossed into Nashville, we crossed the Cumberland River,

and somehow The Church On Cumberland Road came out of those two things.

And I got, Clint Black is going to play a little harmonica with me,

-if you would, sir.

-I remember some of it.

# Just about a mile off of 109

# There's a little church layin' back in the pines

# Told that little girl she was going to be mine

# Wouldn't be surprised if she was standin' there cryin'

# Whoa-oh

# Didn't know a bored-out Ford

# Could go so slow

# Whoa-oh

# You've got to put your foot down on the floor

# Yeah, we've been rocking all night, don't you know?

# Got to get me to the church on Cumberland Road

# Billy's passed out in the back but I think he's alive

# Bobby got his head hangin' over the side

# Here you are only doin' 95

# What's the matter with you, man? I thought you said you could drive

# Whoa-oh

# Didn't know a bored-out Ford

# Could go so slow

# Whoa-oh

# You got to put your foot down on the floor

# Yeah, we've been rocking all night, don't you know?

# You got to get me to the church on Cumberland Road... #

Come on, Clint Black!

Play some!

Clint Black on the harmonica.

APPLAUSE

# She's sweeter than the dew on a honeysuckle vine

# Warmer than noon on the fourth of July

# Sweetest little girl I ever have known

# Waitin' at the church on Cumberland Road

# Whoa-oh

# You got to put your foot down on the floor

# Whoa-oh

# You got to put your foot down on the floor

# Yeah, we've been rocking all night, don't you know?

# You got to get me to the church on Cumberland Road

# Yeah, we've been rocking all night, don't you know?

# You got to get me to the church on Cumberland Road

# Get me to the church

# Cumberland Road

# Get me to the church

# Cumberland Road

# Cumberland Road

# Here we go. #

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Clint Black on the harmonica! Woo!

Thank you very much.

This is a relatively new song of mine I wrote with Hayden,

my lead guitarist.

Uh, he's about a year ahead of us with child-rearing.

He had a son about a year before my wife and I had our daughter Lily.

And we hadn't written anything for about three years.

And we finally got together and wrote this song.

# How can we know how far

# The long way can be?

# Looking from where we are

# It never seemed that long to me

# I've many miles behind me

# Maybe not so much ahead

# It seems I made good time

# With the directions I misread

# So I'm going to spend my time Like it's going out of style

# I'm moving the bottom line Farther than a country mile

# I still have hills to climb Before I hit that wall

# No matter how much time I buy

# I can never spend it all

# Funny thing, that time

# We're always running out

# I'm always losing mine

# There's not enough of it about

# And though it's always here

# It'll always come and go

# The days become the years

# That'll be gone before you know

# So I'm going to spend my time Like it's going out of style

# I'm moving the bottom line Better than a country mile

# I still have hills to climb

# Before I hit that wall

# I won't go quietly into that dark night

# There'll be no more burning daylight

# I'll be living in

# Every moment that I'm in

# Oh, I'm going to spend my time Like it's going out of style

# And I'll only use what's mine I've been savin' for a while

# I still have hills to climb

# Before I hit that wall

# No matter how much time I buy

# I can never spend it all

# No matter how much time we buy

# We can never spend it all

# I'm going to spend my time

# I'm going to spend my time. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Clint Black.

Nice.

Thank you very much.

You guys know. Bob, I know you and Clint, you both know,

when you sit down and write a song,

you have no idea where it might end up.

Every once in a while, one will get recorded by somebody

that's the last person in the world

you think might record one of your songs.

Anybody here ever heard of a funny man by the name of Ken Dodd?

How tickled I am!

I never would in all of my life ever thought that this song would ever

make it across the Atlantic ocean and that he would end up making

a record out of it and it would become part of his signature.

You guys have probably never heard this,

cos this has never been a hit in the United States.

If you know the words, and you probably, not many words to know!

So help me out.

# Happiness, happiness

# The greatest gift that I possess

# I thank the Lord I've been blessed

# With more than my share of happiness

# To me this world is a wonderful place

# And I'm the happiest human in the human race

# I've got no silver and I've got no gold

# Just a whole lot of happiness in my soul

# Happiness, come on Happiness

# The greatest gift that I possess

# I thank the Lord I've been blessed

# With more than my share of happiness... #

I came to the UK in the early 1970s with Conway Twitty

and Loretta Lynn,

and a reporter from one of the British newspapers...

oh, they love entertainers.

They came out and reviewed one of our shows.

A lot of my songs, I do with narrations. I have a nickname.

They call me Whispering Bill, among other things.

And when I recorded the song Happiness, I talked the verses,

but Ken Dodd sang them.

And I guess this reporter wasn't used to Bill Anderson's version.

So the next day in the paper it said,

and I quote, I have memorised this. I'll never forget it.

"Bill Anderson has a curious habit

"of pausing in the middle of his songs to recite little poems,

"some of which are so sentimental,

"they would make a greeting card blush."

LAUGHTER

And from that day on, Conway Twitty called me Hallmark.

LAUGHTER

# Happiness to me is an ocean tide

# Or a sunset fading on a mountainside

# Or a big old heaven full of stars above

# When I'm in the arms of the one I love

# And happiness is a field of grain

# Lifting its face to the falling rain

# I see it in the sunshine and I breathe it in the air

# Happiness, oh it's everywhere, come on

# Happiness, happiness

# The greatest gift that I possess

# I thank the Lord cos I've been blessed

# With more than my share of happiness

# A wise old man told me one time

# He said, "Son, happiness is just a frame of mind"

# I hope when they go to measurin' my success

# They don't count my money Count my happiness

# Happiness, happiness

# The greatest gift that I possess

# I thank the Lord I've been blessed

# With more than my share of happiness

# More than my share of happiness

# Thank you, Ken Dodd, wherever you are. #

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Now that's a country song.

It's three chords and the truth, I mean, how good is THAT?

It is funny how songs

just kind of, sometimes they live in your head for a long time, and then,

all of a sudden, they come out, and this next song was kind of like that.

There was a DJ in my little town, Youngstown, Ohio,

his name was Boots Bill, and he would go, "Hello, everybody,

"this is Boots Bill, I got boots in your belfry,

"and we're here all night long.

"All day long. A million watts of love power, coming on strong."

And I thought, "Wow, a million watts! That's more than a thousand.

"There must be a lot of love power."

So, come time to write this next song, he just ended up in the song.

And it was kind of like a love song to the radio.

# Somebody's at the front door I can hear 'em knockin'

# Your mama's on the phone and she feels like talkin'

# There's chicken on the barbecue, barbecuein'

# Don't worry about it, baby Just drop what you're doing

# Cos they're playin' our song on the radio

# OK, Mister DJ, that-a way to go

# A million watts of love power comin' on strong

# Dance with me darlin', they're playin' our song

# Well, the house needs cleanin' and the grass needs mowin'

# We both got places that we need to be goin'

# Tomorrow is the big day and we better be ready

# But tonight it's just you and me rockin' steady

# Cos they're playin' our song on the radio

# OK, Mister DJ, that-a way to go

# A million watts of love power comin' on strong

# Dance with me, darlin', they're playin' our song

# Oh, they're playin' our song on the radio

# OK, Mister DJ, that-a way to go

# A million watts of love power comin' on strong

# Dance with me, darlin', they're playin' our song

# Woah, woah

# Woah, woo

# Ooh

# Dance with me, darlin', they're playin' our song. #

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Thank you.

A million watts of love power coming on strong!

Bill, you were a DJ, right?

-Yeah, but I didn't talk like that!

-LAUGHTER

It's just a thrill when your sitting up here,

Bob plays a song like that I sing along with on the radio.

It's like, "Oh, yeah, he wrote that one, too!"

LAUGHTER

I'll do a song that's born out of a smart Alec remark

that I always say.

I just try to be absurd whenever I can.

So, people would, you know,

it happens to everyone from time to time, and often.

Someone just asks, "How you doing?"

You've met those people who just instantly,

"Never better. Never better."

"All right. Good for you, good for you."

CHUCKLES IN AUDIENCE

Worse though is the, "Never been worse" crowd.

"Never been worse. We're doomed!"

And so, I always thought of myself as being all right to be just OK.

# I've been better, I've been worse

# I've been blessed and I've been cursed

# Ain't dead last and ain't in first

# Not everything is going to go my way

# I've been better, I've been worse

# I'm right on purpose and unrehearsed

# Singing in the chorus when I need more verse

# Not everything is going to go my way

# So I push too hard I lean too far

# Thinking I can have it all

# I stumble just a little

# I end up in the middle

# Banging my head against a brand new wall

# I've been better, I've been worse

# I can do without the doctor but I need my nurse

# My heart's beating steady

# But it's in reverse

# Not everything is going to go my way

# So I push too hard I lean too far

# Thinking I can have it all

# Then I stumble just a little

# And I end up in the middle

# Thank God Almighty I didn't lose it all

# I've been better, I've been worse

# Got a yin-yang thing and a tie for first

# I guess I ain't the sinner of the universe

# Not everything is going to go my way

# I've been worse

# Text with the best but I can't converse

# I got a little money but it's in...

# Her purse

# Not everything is going to go my way. #

AUDIENCE MEMBER: Yeah!

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Clint Black.

Woo!

Bill Anderson, what you got for us, my buddy?

I don't want these people to think that every song I've written

is 50 years' old!

Some of them are older than that!

LAUGHTER

I'm still trying to write songs.

For most of my career as a song writer, I wrote songs about myself.

I thought you had to get off in a dark room somewhere

and pull all the shades down and get miserable to write country songs.

And then, in the middle '90s,

I discovered this thing called co-writing.

Like, Bob and I have co-written.

Clint, we never have, but I hope we will, one of these days.

Co-writing is a lot of fun when you get with guys, or girls,

whatever, that you kind of get on the same wavelength

and try and write a song.

I was with a couple of great writers and dear friends one morning,

back in early 2007.

One is a great record producer named Buddy Cannon, the other is

a wonderfully talented artist and writer named Jamie Johnson.

And we were sitting around the table trying to just catch up

with each other, and all of a sudden somebody says,

"Well, what are we going to write about?"

Buddy said, "I don't have an idea."

Cos you try and bring an idea to a writing session.

You try to come up with something.

And I said, "Well, I don't really have a great idea either."

Jamie said, "I'm going through a divorce."

-I said, "I've seen that movie!"

-Fantastic.

Hope is on the way.

So, Jamie picked up his guitar, and I said,

"Just whatever is on your mind, Jamie.

"Just let it come out."

Of all things, he started talking instead of singing.

I thought he was making fun of me to start with.

THE OTHERS LAUGH

He said...

She was storming through the house that day

and I could tell she was leaving.

And I thought, "Oh, she'll be back."

And she turned and pointed to the wall.

And she said...

# That picture from our honeymoon

# That night in Frisco Bay

# Just give it away

# She said, give it away

# And that big four-poster king-size bed

# Where so much love was made

# Just give it away

# She said, give it away

# Just give it away

# Ain't nothin' in this house worth fightin' over

# And we're both tired of fightin' anyway

# So just give it away... #

I've finally played one that you've heard, huh?

Help yourself. I need all the help I can get!

So I tried to move on.

But every woman that I held just reminded me of that day.

# When the front door swung wide open

# And she flung her diamond ring

# Said, give it away

# Just give it away

# And I said, now, honey, don't you even want your half of everything

# She said, give it away

# Just give it away

# Just give it away

# Ain't nothin' in this house worth fightin' over

# And we're both tired of fightin' anyway

# So just give it away... #

Unrehearsed!

So I'm still right here where she left me.

Along with all the other things She don't care about any more.

# Like the picture from our honeymoon

# That night in Frisco Bay

# She said, give it away

# But I can't give it away

# And that big four-poster king-size bed

# Where all our love was made

# She said, give it away

# But I can't give it away

# I've got a furnished house, a diamond ring

# And a lonely broken heart

# Full of love

# And I can't even give it away. #

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

For those of you who may not know over here,

that was a big hit for George Strait.

Yeah, and I want to thank all the people here for being

so nice to that song.

-George Strait doesn't need the money, but I do!

-LAUGHTER

When I started a website, I wanted it to be real popular,

so called it Georgestrait.com, they didn't allow me to keep it.

LAUGHTER

This song came just out of sheer boredom.

I was writing with a friend of mine, Jeff Steele,

and we're sitting there after three hours of basically

beating our heads against a wall, and I said, "You know what, man?

"Let's write a song that's got two chords in it, and a one word title.

"How long can that take?

"We've got about an hour, and we'll go to lunch." "That sounds good."

All you have to do is tell a songwriter

you are going to go to lunch and it's on.

Or at least this song.

So, this is what we came up with.

# This ain't no temporary, typical, tearful goodbye

# This ain't no takin' up, makin' and breakin' up one more time

# This is gone, gone, gone, gone

# Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday

# Gone like a soldier in the Civil War, bang, bang

# Gone like a '59 Cadillac

# Like all the good things it ain't never coming back

# She's gone, gone, gone, gone, she's gone

# This ain't no "Baby I'm hurtin' but maybe we can work it out"

# Won't be no champagne, red rose, romance, second chance

# This is gone, gone, gone, gone

# Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday

# Gone like a soldier in the Civil War, bang, bang

# Gone like a '59 Cadillac

# Like all the good things that ain't never coming back

# She's gone, gone, gone... #

Come on, Clint.

# She's gone like a freight train

# Gone like yesterday

# Gone like a soldier in the Civil War, bang, bang

# Gone like a '59 Cadillac

# Like all the good things, good things, good things

# That ain't coming back

# She's gone

# My baby's gone

# She's gone, gone, gone, gone

# Look out

# Gone, gone, done me wrong, never coming back, my baby's gone

# Woo-hoo

# Coming round again

# At home, sitting alone, packed up bags, and now she's gone

# Woah she's gone like a freight train

# She's gone like yesterday

# Gone like a soldier in the Civil War, bang, bang

# Gone like a '59 Cadillac

# Like all the good things, good thing, good things

# Ain't coming back

# She's gone, gone, gone

# She's gone, gone, gone

# She's gone. #

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Thank you.

This is a song really inspired by Roy Rogers,

who I had the pleasure of getting to know a little bit.

A great experience, recorded a song with him,

and got to spend a couple of years with him off and on,

going to award shows. Being nominated with Roy Rogers!

He said lots of great stuff. And his wife, too, Dale. Great lady.

The one thing that stuck out above everything else that she said was,

she was kind of secretly hoping that Roy would pass first,

because she really, truly was afraid that he might have her stuffed!

LAUGHTER

Wow!

She said not to tell anyone!

-LAUGHTER

-And when I met Roy, the first thing he said to me was,

"I thought I killed off all you black-hatted fellas

"back in the '40s!"

So I had to try and work some reference to that into the song.

This is called Code Of The West.

# All my life I've been a cowboy in my heart

# Every Western hero on the screen's been with me from the start

# Ridin' high and showin' me the way

# And they've been there with me through my toughest times

# We'd ride out to the boundaries but we never crossed those lines

# And that's a code that I'm still livin' by today

# The code of the West was black and white

# Good guys and the bad

# You would always know who's wrong or right

# By the colour of their hat

# Now there aren't so many happy trails

# I've ridden some you wouldn't wanna see

# They don't go off into the sunset

# And they don't run from sea to shinin' sea

# And it's good to see the bad guys on the run

# While our modern day heroes show 'em how the West was won

# On their trail till they bring the last one down

# We could use a few more cowboys here today

# A few more days of reckoning and a lot more hell to pay

# Where that debt is owed there ain't no middle ground

# The code of the West was black and white

# The good guys and the bad

# You would always know who's wrong or right

# By the colour of their hat

# Now there aren't so many happy trails

# I've ridden some you wouldn't wanna see

# They don't go off into the sunset

# And they don't run from sea to shinin' sea

# The code of the West was black and white

# The good guys and the bad

# You would always know who's wrong and who was right

# By the colour of their hat

# Now there aren't so many happy trails

# I've ridden some you wouldn't wanna see

# They don't go off into the sunset

# And they don't run from sea to shinin' sea

# All my life I've been a cowboy in my heart. #

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Thank you.

Thank you.

How many of you think he looks like Roy Rogers?

-LAUGHTER

-All you need's the white hat.

Well, at least you didn't look like Trigger.

LAUGHTER

Why the long face?

Why the long face?

No, really. There's two guys walk into a bar,

and you'd think the second guy would duck!

LAUGHTER

Oh, don't go there. Please don't go there.

I wrote this song not long after I moved to Nashville,

which tells you right there it's an old song.

After I recorded this song my buddy Roy Clark came along

and cut it, he had a big hit record on it.

And your buddy and mine, Mr Steve Warner, Clint, 1992.

He took this song all the way to number one.

# I reached out my arms and I touched you

# With soft words I whispered your name

# I held your love on the tips of my fingers

# But that was as close as I came

# My eyes had a vision of sweet lips

# Yielding beneath my command

# I held your love on the tips of my fingers

# But I let it slip right through my hands

# I let you slip right through my hands

# Somebody took you when I wasn't looking

# And I should have known from the start

# It's a long, long way from the tips of my fingers

# To the love hidden deep in your heart

# To the love hidden deep in your heart

# I held your love on the tips of my fingers

# But I let it slip right through my hands

# I let you slip right through my hands

# I held your love on the tips of my fingers. #

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Well, we've had enough of you...

LAUGHTER

We figured we'd close the show with the quintessential country song

and it's kind of a great closer, so that's why we're doing it.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

# I was standing by my window

# On one cold and cloudy day

# When I saw that hearse come rolling

# For to carry my mother away

# Will the circle be unbroken

# By and by, Lord, by and by

# There's a better home a-waiting

# In the sky, Lord, in the sky

# So I told the undertaker

# Undertaker, please drive slow

# For that lady you've been hauling

# Lord, I hate to see her go

# Will the circle be unbroken

# By and by, Lord, by and by

# There's a better home a-waiting

# In the sky, Lord, in the sky... #

Come on.

# So I followed close behind them

# Tried to hold up and be brave... #

AUDIENCE CLAPS IN TIME

# But I could not hide my sorrow

# When they laid her in that grave... #

Everybody.

# Will the circle be unbroken

# By and by, Lord, by and by

# There's a better home a-waiting

# In the sky, Lord, in the sky... #

One more time.

# Will the circle be unbroken

# By and by, Lord, by and by

# There's a better home a-waiting

# In the sky, Lord, in the sky

# There's a better home a-waiting

# In the sky, Lord, in the sky

# In the sky. #

Good night, everybody.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Clint Black.

Bill Anderson.

Bob DiPiero.

Bobby D.

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd