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Austin City Limits 7th Annual Hall of Fame Honors (90 min)

Celebrate the 2021 ACL Hall of Fame inductees as Alejandro Escovedo, Lucinda Williams and Wilco are honored. Guest performers include Jason Isbell, Margo Price, Rosanne Cash and Sheila E. This 90 minute program contains additional performances not seen in the broadcast version.

AIRED: January 08, 2022 | 1:32:55
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-The 7th annual Austin City Limits Hall of Fame honors,

a celebration of the artists who've made "Austin City Limits"

the longest-running music program in television history.

Tonight, we honor and induct Lucinda Williams

with guests Jason Isbell, Rosanne Cash, and Margo Price --

Alejandro Escovedo

with guests Lenny Kaye, Sheila E., John Doe,

and Alex Ruiz --

and Wilco with guests Rosanne Cash

Bill Callahan, Terry Allen,

and Japanese Breakfast.

-♪♪ Of California stars ♪♪

-It's the Austin City Limits Hall of Fame honors.

The Austin City Limits Hall of Fame

was created to honor the artists

who contributed to the legacy

for the longest-running music program in television history.

Tonight, we honor and induct three new members --

Wilco, Alejandro Escovedo, and, to begin, Lucinda Williams.

-♪♪ I changed the name of this town ♪♪

-Here is Jason Isbell.

[ Cheers and applause ] -Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm here tonight to talk a little bit

about Lucinda Williams.

I love Lucinda, and I love her work,

and I'm positive that a lot of my songs wouldn't exist

if I hadn't spent so much time trying to rip her off.

[ Laughter ]

I do distinctly remember telling myself many years ago

sitting by a river in Arkansas, "Today, I'm gonna write a song

that sounds like Lucinda Williams."

And I failed miserably at that, of course,

but it is still my wife's favorite song of mine.

[ Laughter ]

You know, it's the images that really do it for me.

I know the difference between a poet and a song writer

besides where they get their shoes,

but there are a lot of similarities

between a true poet and a great songwriter.

They both take you somewhere.

Human emotions are vague and complicated,

but those details are the transporters.

And Lucinda Williams, she gave you the details.

She didn't say, "I miss riding in your car

listening to the radio."

She said, "In a yellow El Camino" --

which damn near rhymes --

"yellow El Camino listening to Howlin' Wolf."

You can keep -- You can keep your cellar door.

I will take the phrase "a yellow El Camino."

It's perfect.

She didn't say, "We can be equal,

and we can still need each other."

She said, "You don't have to prove your manhood

to me constantly."

And I for one really -- I needed to hear that. I did.

[ Laughter, cheers and applause ]

I needed to hear that long before it actually sunk in

if we're being honest. [ Laughter ]

You know, she didn't say, "My childhood wasn't easy,

but sometimes I miss being a child."

She said, "I took a bus to Baton Rouge.

There was this beautiful lamp I always loved.

A seashore was painted on the shade,

and it would turn around when you switched on the bulb

and gently rock the waves."

-Whoo! -Whoo!

-Yeah. That one gets me. That one gets me.

She didn't say, "This life is wearing me down,

and my soul is craving something else."

She said, "Come on, now, child. We're going to go for a ride.

Car wheels on a gravel road."

And you're there.

You're there. You hear the tires popping.

You don't hear the engine because they're not hauling ass.

It is a slow roll into the unknown.

And we've all slowly rolled into the unknown

with Lucinda Williams,

each album and each performance magical in its own way.

Nobody has been more consistent.

Lucinda's never phoned it in.

She's never tried to write herself a lifestyle.

She's just kept pushing and documenting

and telling the truth over and over.

And whether she'll...

[ Cheers and applause ]

Whether she'll admit it or not, she's made a map.

And as long as I'm able to tell

little rhyming stories of my own,

I'll keep referring back to it.

And I think anybody who calls himself

a songwriter should do the same.

So it's my honor to welcome Lucinda Williams

to the Austin City Limits Hall of Fame.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Here.

Show it off. -Thank you.

-You wanna get a picture?

-This will fit real nicely next to my Grammys.

Thank you so much, y'all.

[ Cheers and applause ]

It is truly my pleasure and privilege to accept this.

And I want to congratulate Alejandro Escovedo,

and also Wilco.

It's my sincere honor to be inducted alongside of y'all.

As an artist who's been described myself as --

as too rock for country and too country for rock,

I literally -- My music fell on the cracks,

literally, between country and rock.

So it wasn't always easy to feel like I belonged anywhere,

and it was hard to get recognition

'cause they didn't know how to market that.

But Austin has always embraced me as one of its own.

[ Cheers and applause ]

I'm not from Texas originally. I'm from Louisiana.

But...

But Austin, Texas, has always claimed me.

[ Cheers and applause ]

When I was moving out to Los Angeles in 1984...

...some of my friends said, "You're not going to make it

out -- They're going to eat you alive,

and you're going to come back to Austin

with your tail between your legs,"

which didn't happen, of course.

But the funny thing that was said

was by my friend John T. Davis, the music journalist.

He told me, he said, "Well, you're going to be coming

back to Texas, because out in California,

they put sour cream on all the Mexican food."

[ Laughter ]

[ Applause ]

Doesn't that sound like

something somebody in Texas would say?

[ Laughter ]

Anyway, so, I went out to L.A.

to kind of find my fame and fortune, as it were.

And it was a good move for me.

But I never forgot

the places and the people who helped me get there.

And y'all are part of that.

So thank you.

Thank you so much.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I envy the wind ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ That whispers in your ear ♪♪

♪♪ That howls through the winter ♪♪

♪♪ That freezes your fingers ♪♪

♪♪ That moves through your hair ♪♪

♪♪ And cracks your lips ♪♪

♪♪ And chills you to the bone ♪♪

♪♪ I envy the wind ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ I envy the rain ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ That falls on your face ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ That wets your eyelashes ♪♪

♪♪ And dampens your skin ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ And touches your tongue ♪♪

♪♪ Soaks through your shirt ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Drips down your back ♪♪

♪♪ I envy the rain ♪♪

♪♪ I envy the sun ♪♪

♪♪ That brightens your summer ♪♪

♪♪ That warms your body ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ And holds you in her heat ♪♪

♪♪ That makes your days longer ♪♪

♪♪ And makes you hot ♪♪

♪♪ Makes you sweat ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, I envy the sun ♪♪

[ Guitar solo ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Steel guitar solo ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ I envy the wind ♪♪

♪♪ I envy the rain ♪♪

♪♪ I envy the sun ♪♪

♪♪ I envy the wind ♪♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

Lucinda Williams' song.

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Now welcome back Lucinda Williams,

with Rosanne Cash.

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Thank you.

I'm on cloud nine.

-Yeah. -Whoo!

-It's an honor to be here with my friend of 30 years,

Lucinda Williams.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Everybody's had a few ♪♪

♪♪ Now they're talking about who knows who ♪♪

♪♪ I'm going back to the Crescent City ♪♪

♪♪ Where everything's still the same ♪♪

♪♪ This town has said what it has to say ♪♪

♪♪ Now I'm after that back highway ♪♪

♪♪ And the longest bridge I've ever crossed ♪♪

♪♪ Over Pontchartrain ♪♪

-♪♪ Tous les temps en temps ♪♪

♪♪ That's what we say ♪♪

♪♪ We used to dance ♪♪

♪♪ The night away ♪♪

♪♪ Me and my sister ♪♪

♪♪ Me and my brother ♪♪

♪♪ We used to walk ♪♪

♪♪ Down by the river ♪♪

-Mama lives in Mandeville.

♪♪ I can hardly wait until ♪♪

♪♪ I can hear my Zydeco ♪♪

♪♪ And laissez les bons temps rouler ♪♪

♪♪ And take rides in open cars ♪♪

♪♪ My brother knows where the best bars are ♪♪

♪♪ Let's see how these blues'll do ♪♪

♪♪ In the town where the good times stay ♪♪

-♪♪ Tous les temps en temps ♪♪

♪♪ That's what we say ♪♪

♪♪ We used to dance ♪♪

♪♪ The night away ♪♪

♪♪ Me and my sister ♪♪

♪♪ Me and my brother ♪♪

♪♪ We used to walk ♪♪

♪♪ Down by the river ♪♪

[ Accordion solo ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Tous les temps en temps ♪♪

-♪♪ That's what we say ♪♪

♪♪ We used to dance ♪♪

♪♪ The night away ♪♪

♪♪ Me and my sister ♪♪

♪♪ Me and my brother ♪♪

♪♪ We used to walk ♪♪

♪♪ Down by the river ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Please welcome Margo Price.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the lock on my front door ♪♪

♪♪ So you can't see me anymore ♪♪

♪♪ And you can't come inside my house ♪♪

♪♪ And you can't lie down on my couch ♪♪

♪♪ I changed the lock on my front door ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the number on my phone ♪♪

♪♪ So you can't call me up at home ♪♪

♪♪ You can't say those things to me ♪♪

♪♪ Make me fall down on my knees ♪♪

♪♪ I changed the number on my phone ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the kind of clothes I wear ♪♪

♪♪ So you can't find me anywhere ♪♪

♪♪ And you can't spot me in a crowd ♪♪

♪♪ And you can't call my name out loud ♪♪

♪♪ I changed the kind of clothes I wear ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the kind of car I drive ♪♪

♪♪ So you can't see me when I go by ♪♪

♪♪ You can't chase me up the street ♪♪

♪♪ And you can't knock me off my feet ♪♪

♪♪ I changed the kind of car I drive ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the tracks underneath the train ♪♪

♪♪ So you can't find me again ♪♪

♪♪ And you can't trace my path ♪♪

♪♪ And you can't hear my laugh ♪♪

♪♪ I changed the tracks underneath the train ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Guitar solo ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Steel guitar solo ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the name of this town ♪♪

♪♪ So you can't follow me down ♪♪

♪♪ You can't touch me like before ♪♪

♪♪ And you can't make me want you more ♪♪

♪♪ I changed the name of this town ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the lock on my front door ♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the number on my phone ♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the kind of car I drive ♪♪

-♪♪ Kind of clothes I wear ♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the tracks underneath the train ♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the name of this town ♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the name of this town ♪♪

♪♪ I changed the name of this town ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-Thank you.

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Next up, Alejandro Escovedo.

Please welcome longtime Patti Smith band member Lenny Kaye.

[ Applause ]

-Thank you so much.

Whenever I visit Austin, Alejandro and I have a ritual

that I believe is site-specific to this part of the world.

Truck time.

Yeah, where we park, sit in the cab of his truck,

and talk about where we've been, where we're going,

old friends remembered, songs aborning,

life as it unfolds and its many blessings.

I first met Al in the way back machine

when Patti Smith, myself, and Richard Sohl

took our New York-centric show in 1974

to the wilds of Hollywood and the Whisky a Go Go.

[ Cheers and applause ]

There, in the backstage filled with various Stooges

and garage rock fans

who scrawled "Standells" on the wall,

I met a somewhat shy human

that, even then, I could tell had a heart as big as the world.

As I've come to know him over the years,

as that heart expanded into song and performance

and many evolutions of genre,

little did I know that our friendship would deepen

as each of us moved through our future lives

understanding the stage and the audience

and, most of all, ourselves.

As Alejandro's recent album "The Crossing" attests,

his lineage is Mexican-American, a proud testament

to the inclusive nature of the American experience

as it grows and is nurtured

through successive waves of immigration.

[ Cheers and applause ]

My grandparents made their way from Eastern Europe,

a journey for which I am eternally grateful.

And I do believe that in this combining of cultures

and heritage flows the lifeblood of this nation,

that we become stronger as our traditions intermingle,

intermarry, and interplay,

as in the playing of music.

[ Cheers and applause ]

We contain multitudes in those prophetic words of Walt Whitman,

and that is not just confined to where we come from,

national identity, race, even gender.

The artistic growth that has marked Alejandro's migration

from one musical style to the next

also partakes of the multicultural --

an array of musical influence that owes no allegiance

to any one genre,

that becomes all musics

in the many ways we discover

our own personal artistic expression.

I'm not a purist.

In fact, despite great favorites,

I find music's often trapped

by their definition to be predictable,

incapable of surprise or serendipity.

As Mayo Thompson, of another Texas band,

the Red Krayola, once said,

definitions define limit.

I like when borders blur, when they're crossed over at will,

the back and forth and sideways of influence and inspiration.

When I see Alejandro in performance,

I witness an artist who is able to shape-shift at will.

I can hear his punk-rock roots from his time in the Nuns

predicting World War III

and the way he likes to howl along with

"it makes no sense, it makes perfect sense."

And the way he turns up his electric guitar

up and upper and gives it a good swipe on the verge of feedback.

And then, perhaps surrounded by strings, turns intimate,

heart on his sleeve.

I can hear his country,

dare I say, Western influences

from his time served in Rank and File

and the True Believers,

the serenade of Méxicano

when he walks around a room

with only his acoustic guitar, beyond microphone,

and sings to his audience one-on-one,

the way he takes raw emotion, pain and ecstasy

and the sense of wonder at the possibilities of love,

and places it in the mirror of a verse and a chorus

and then asks the audience to sing along

so they can find themselves and who they can become

through the healing power that is musical expression.

It is my great privilege and pleasure

to welcome Alejandro Escovedo

to the Austin City Limits Hall of Fame!

[ Cheers and applause ]

-[ Chuckles ]

Thank you.

[ Cheers and applause ]

What a beautiful night. What a beautiful night.

Thank you so much.

First of all, I'd like to congratulate

Lucinda Williams and Wilco on their induction

into the Austin City Limits Hall of Fame.

[ Cheers and applause ]

And I want to thank Terry Lickona, Susan Caldwell,

Ed Bailey, Scott Newton, Gary Menotti,

and all of the staff at ACL throughout the years.

They've always made me feel a part of their family

and treated me with nothing but respect and dignity.

-Whoo-hoo! -Of all -- Yeah.

Of all the times I have performed on Austin City Limits,

My favorite performance was when ACL took a chance

in taping a performance

of a play that I had collaborated with

with four other writers,

which became "By the Hand of the Father."

ACL had never taped a play before in its history,

and it was very special to me because I wrote a song

that my brother Pete Escovedo sang,

and he also played percussion in the band.

The play was based on the lives of five different men,

of whom my father was one.

These men were born at the turn of the century in Mexico

and crossed the border in search of better lives.

I'm forever grateful to ACL for taking that risk

and giving us the opportunity to tell their story.

[ Cheers and applause ]

I've heard that we choose our parents.

If so, I chose a couple of kooks

who were Cleo Renteria Escovedo from San Marcos, Texas,

Pedro Barrera Escovedo from Saltillo, Coahuila, in Mexico.

And from my mother,

I inherited a love of literature, movies,

and her delicious cooking.

From my father, I learned about music, rancheras, boleros

and songs by the great crooners of the day.

My father loved to dance and sing,

which we would do at the drop of a hat

in gas stations, crowded restaurants,

grocery stores -- whenever and wherever he was inspired.

He would sing to my mother,

who was always coyishly embarrassed, you know?

They bought us our first records at a very young age --

Elvis, The Big Bopper, Jerry Lee Lewis,

the Everlys.

We watched the Beatles as a family.

Music was always a part of our daily diet.

My father conceived 13 children. [ Laughs ]

7 of which became professional musicians.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Yeah.

Music runs deep in the Escovedo family, you know?

I left home when I was 15 years old

with a stack of rock 'n' roll records

and a surfboard, you know?

I lived with my friend James Luna in an Airstream

on a cliff in Huntington Beach, California.

[ Cheers and applause ]

We were dreamers listening to everything

from Motown to Captain Beefheart,

Roland Kirk to The Pretty Things.

I soaked up the California sun

and everything that came with

living on the beaches of Southern California

in the early '60s.

I picked apples in the Wenatchee Valley

in the early '70s.

I lived in Hollywood,

where I saw Patti Smith with Lenny Kaye

and Richard Sohl at the Whisky A Go Go.

That night changed my life forever.

I then moved to San Francisco,

where my friend and I began making a movie

about the worst band in the world.

That band became the Nuns.

We were so bad that we had to ask the audience

to tune our guitars for us. [ Chuckles ]

We opened up for the last Sex Pistols show at Winterland

and then moved to the Chelsea Hotel in New York City,

and I joined the Judy Nylon band.

On the first night I played with Judy,

we played at Max's Kansas City.

John Cale, Brian Eno, and Chris Spedding

were sitting at the front table right in front of the stage.

My head was spinning.

My rock 'n' roll dreams had come true, you know?

And then I moved to Austin, Texas,

in 1981 with Rank and File.

When Rank and File moved to LA, I stayed in Austin

and began the True Believers with my brother Javier.

[ Cheers and applause ] Yeah.

We were a fierce three-guitar rock and roll army.

The Austin music community has always allowed me

to experiment with strings and feedback-driven guitars.

It gave me the confidence to venture out as a solo artist

and form a 15-piece orchestra

and to rock with a wicked rock and roll band

called Buick MacKane, yeah.

It has been my creative home since 1981.

I want to thank my family tonight for being here with me.

My sister Esmeralda, my brother Mario,

my beautiful children -- Marcella, Shyshy,

Maya, Paloma, Juanita, and Amala, and my son, Paris.

[ Cheers and applause ]

I have seven children.

You don't have to clap. It only took seven minutes.

[ Laughter ]

That's an old Dean Martin joke. I'm sorry I stole it.

I'd also like to thank my family

for not causing any disturbances so far.

[ Laughter ]

The night is young,

but let's give security a break tonight, alright?

[ Laughter ]

I'd like to thank my dear friends Jody Denberg,

Barbara Kunz, Paul Dickman, and Jill Gold,

Todd Wilson, Jo Rae Di Menno, Mike Thompson,

John Phillip Santos,

Jim and Diane Fisk,

and of course my beautiful niece Sheila Escovedo.

Marco Miranda.

I'd like to thank my manager Randy Dease,

Patrick McAuliff from Mint booking.

Josh Grier, who has been my lawyer for so many years.

John Landau, Barbara Carr,

Jen Stabile, Dave Marsh,

Yep Roc Records for allowing me to just be so creative

and not giving me any beef about it, you know?

They just let me run loose.

Dr. Donald Brode for keeping me alive all these years.

I owe my life to you. I really do.

[ Chuckles ]

Dr. Deepi Naragosha,

Gary and Mary Keller,

Joe Nick Patoski,

the late and great Stephen Bruton,

who I made three albums with, you know?

He's my dearest friend.

Chris Stamey, John Cale,

Tony Visconti, and Brian Deck.

Those were the producers of my records.

And I want to thank The Velvet Underground,

The Stooges, Ian Hunter and Mott the Hoople.

And especially my brother, Pete Escovedo,

who has inspired me in every aspect of my life.

All the musicians --

Brian, Susan Bilge, Frank Kim.

The list goes on and on.

There's a support group

for all the musicians who have played with me.

But all these musicians I really owe so much to

for taking my songs to another level.

I love you very much.

And, uh...

-We love you! -Thank you.

Yeah.

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Clears throat ]

Lastly, I'd like to thank my wife, Nancy Rankin Escovedo.

[ Cheers and applause ]

We've been married seven years

and have survived a category five hurricane,

PTSD,

and the trials and tribulations

of being a rock and roll married couple.

I just want to say that

no truer love story has ever been written.

I love you very much.

[ Applause ] Yeah.

You know, I was fortunate enough in my life

to have met so many beautiful people along the way,

the people I've met in so many different cities

throughout the world.

Music has taken me there.

I've got to meet Pete Seeger before he passed away.

It was a big thrill for me.

And Pete said to me, he said, "Alejandro,

music will save the world."

And I truly believe that.

And so I leave you with that thought.

Peace.

[ Cheers and applause ]

I think Terry mentioned "The Crossing."

It's the last album I put out.

And...

I recorded it in Italy with a band called Don Antonio,

and we toured throughout the US.

I brought them over here. We toured through Europe too.

The story is about two young boys --

one an Italian boy by the name of Salvo

and another boy by the name of Diego,

who's from Saltillo, Mexico.

They meet in South Texas while Salvo and Diego

are working in Salvo's uncle's Italian restaurant

just outside of Galveston, I believe they're at, you know?

And I wanted to translate that story into Spanish.

And so immediately, I thought of a young singer

that I had met years ago in a band called Del Castillo.

[ Cheers and applause ] Yeah.

And he's also in this band

with Robert Rodriguez called Chingon,

and he did a beautiful, beautiful job

of translating the lyrics with me.

And I tell you, the record took another level

when he sang the songs himself.

So, without further ado, as they say,

I'd like to introduce another Chingon,

Mr. Alex Ruiz, everyone.

Please.

[ Cheers and applause ]

You know, I mentioned that my father had 13 children, right?

And seven of us became musicians.

And my older brothers were always, you know,

just the top of the heap for me.

I looked up to them with the highest esteem.

They had their own children, you know?

When we were kids, we used to go up north into San Francisco

to enjoy the holidays with them.

And they would always have a talent show,

and my brother's, Pete, family had these kids

who were like the Jackson 5, you know, and they could sing,

they could dance, they could play instruments,

and we didn't know how to do anything.

You know, but anyway, very intimidating.

But one of them, in my opinion, has become not only

one of the greatest beautiful women of the world,

but one of the greatest drummers in the world, in my opinion.

She just lights up every stage and every day that she's alive,

you know, and I just love her so much and I'm so proud of her.

My niece, Sheila E., everyone.

[ Cheers and applause ]

-I have to say that my dad couldn't be here.

He wanted to be here,

but just to tell you that we love you so much.

We're so proud of you.

And the legacy of the Escovedo family --

Grandpa would be so proud.

So, thank you.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ El viento se llevó a mi amigo ♪♪

♪♪ El voló solo ayer ♪♪

♪♪ Gobierno miente, criaturas mueren ♪♪

♪♪ No quieren sanar a los pobres ♪♪

♪♪ Hay dinero que ganar ♪♪

♪♪ Sobre el desfile de la gente ♪♪

♪♪ Vendiendo corazones fuera de esa puerta ♪♪

-♪♪ Escribiré algo azul ♪♪

♪♪ Una melodía pintada azul ♪♪

♪♪ Cantaré ♪♪

♪♪ Cantaré ♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Pintas la victoria ♪♪

♪♪ Como huracán desde memoria ♪♪

♪♪ Santo Jaime colgando de una brisa ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, volteamos otra mejilla ♪♪

♪♪ Una armadura elegante ♪♪

♪♪ Cantamos por los obreros del mañana ♪♪

-♪♪ Escribiré algo azul ♪♪

♪♪ Una melodía pintada azul ♪♪

♪♪ Cantaré ♪♪

♪♪ Cantaré ♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Nadie te quiere ♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪ Quizás te vuelvas a ♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪ Tal vez si los vea ♪♪

♪♪ Lo que la gente le falta hoy ♪♪

♪♪ Y vamos todos juntos ♪♪

♪♪ Jey Jey Jey ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Un día muy lluvioso ♪♪

♪♪ Mando urracas volando ♪♪

-♪♪ Buscando aquel amor perdido allí ♪♪

♪♪ Si este comienzo no tiene fin ♪♪

♪♪ Que empiece el solista aquí ♪♪

♪♪ Hay tiempo te contaré otra historia ♪♪

♪♪ Escribiré algo azul ♪♪

♪♪ Una melodía pintada azul ♪♪

♪♪ Cantaré ♪♪

♪♪ Cantaré ♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

-♪♪ Cantaré ♪♪

-♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

-♪♪ Cantaré ♪♪

-♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

-♪♪ Te cantaré ♪♪

-♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

-♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

-♪♪ Cantaré ♪♪

-♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

-♪♪ Cantaré ♪♪

-♪♪ Algo Azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Alright, this next gentleman I met around 1977.

I was in a band called the Nuns.

He was in a band called X.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Now, X was a band that really --

You know, it's rare that a band really captures the times

and captures the flavor of a city.

And in X, you have a band that was very similar in that way

that maybe The Doors had been

or the Buffalo Springfield

or The Birds or someone like that.

It's a very special place to be.

And X really did capture the moment,

and I really think they're one of the best bands of that era.

And one of the main song writers,

of course, and a great, great singer,

and a good friend, please welcome Mr. John Doe, everyone.

[ Cheers and applause ]

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♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Sally was a cop, but now she's a solider ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Another foot deep, another day older ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ I used to be on top, but now I roll over ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ I used to run hot, but now I run a little colder ♪♪

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♪♪ They're marching up the streets ♪♪

♪♪ People hiding in their cupboards ♪♪

-♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

-♪♪ From the crooked politicos to the mercenary lovers ♪♪

-♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

-♪♪ The psychopaths and [unintelligible] ♪♪

♪♪ Are dancing with each other ♪♪

-♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

-♪♪ Yeah, Sally was a cop, but now she's a soldier ♪♪

-♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

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-♪♪ Shot in the face in the ditches of Tecate ♪♪

-♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

-♪♪ 35 bodies lying in the highway ♪♪

-♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

-♪♪ The children forced to dig the graves of their fathers ♪♪

-♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

-♪♪ Yeah, Sally was a cop, but now she's a soldier ♪♪

-♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

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♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

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♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

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♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

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[ Cheers and applause ]

-John Doe!

[ Cheers and applause ]

How about Lloyd Maines and David Grissom?

Blazing guitarists.

[ Cheers and applause ]

That performance of "Put You Down,"

the song that we did on "Austin City Limits,"

is really one of my favorite performances

I've ever had in my life musically,

and we're gonna try to re-create that in some way.

You know, so...

[ Cheers and applause ]

We got Sheila E. on drums, though,

so it's gonna make a big difference.

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Strings playing ]

♪♪♪♪

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[ Drumsticks counting off ]

[ Full band playing ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Some people say ♪♪

♪♪ The world's a strange and evil place ♪♪

♪♪ And all the shadows fall across your face ♪♪

♪♪ The world's a strange and evil place ♪♪

♪♪ Then others will say ♪♪

♪♪ 'Cause the sun shines every day ♪♪

♪♪ We should live life come what may ♪♪

♪♪ 'Cause the sun shines every day ♪♪

♪♪ But I gotta say ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't put you down ♪♪

♪♪ And all the girls think I'm insane ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't put you down ♪♪

♪♪ And my dad can't recall my name ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't put you down ♪♪

♪♪ And my friends won't call back at all ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't put you down ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Well, some people say ♪♪

♪♪ You feed a dog a bloody bone ♪♪

♪♪ He's your best friend for your life ♪♪

♪♪ You feed a dog a bloody bone ♪♪

♪♪ You patch up your dreams ♪♪

♪♪ With all the gold that falls at your feet ♪♪

♪♪ Stick your finger in a dike ♪♪

♪♪ All the gold falls at your feet ♪♪

♪♪ But I gotta say ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't put you down ♪♪

♪♪ And all the women think I'm insane ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't put you down ♪♪

♪♪ And my mom won't call back at all ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't put you down ♪♪

♪♪ I rub my wounds with alcohol ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't put you ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't put you down ♪♪

♪♪ There ain't a pill that'll cure that pain ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't put you down ♪♪

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[ Audience cheering ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Some people say ♪♪

♪♪ Money can buy everything ♪♪

♪♪ All the drugs to cure the pain ♪♪

♪♪ Money can buy anything ♪♪

♪♪ Then some people want ♪♪

♪♪ All the sin and pleasure in this world ♪♪

♪♪ They don't care about the price they pay ♪♪

♪♪ For all the sin and pleasure in this world ♪♪

♪♪ But I gotta say ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't put you down ♪♪

♪♪ And I don't care how far I fall ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't put you down ♪♪

♪♪ And I don't care if they call back at all ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't put you down ♪♪

♪♪ All the women can forget my name ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't put you down ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't put you down ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't put you down ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't put you ♪♪

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[ Cheers and applause ]

Thank you very much.

-Finally, Wilco has appeared four times on "ACL."

For their induction into the ACL Hall of Fame,

please welcome back Rosanne Cash.

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Feels a bit like home.

[ Audience cheers ]

First, I have to say what a privilege it is

that these gentlemen asked me to do this for them.

This is -- I'm thrilled beyond words.

[ Cheers and applause ]

So, some bands have mastered

the art of being subversive without being destructive.

Some have found the grace to command the spotlight

without flash,

and some know how to dismantle an audience's expectations

in order to lead us to a bigger version of ourselves

and a larger understanding of our own hearts.

That band is Wilco.

[ Cheers and applause ]

They're journeymen whose spirit is restless but sturdy,

poetic but not sentimental,

masters of a kind of musical alchemy

that's just the thing

if you want to spark a revolution in your audience.

[ Chuckles ]

We need artists who are so devoted to their own work

that they inspire in us a devotion to our own work.

Wilco are heartland laborers in the tower of song

with thick skins and open hearts.

They have a steel-driving man's back beat

with a compassionate intimacy

that says, in essence, "We see you.

And here are the rhythms and words to help you know

what you feel."

Which happens to be exactly what we all want and need

in a divided world where back beat and heart

are one of the few things that still unite us.

[ Cheers and applause ]

And that appeals to our sense of emotional justice.

They go deeper down.

And you and I don't need to know everything to trust them

and follow.

And they never leave us like they found us.

Jeff says they aren't that weird,

but they are that special.

[ Laughter and applause ]

And they hold a unique spot in American culture,

and if that America as we know it disappears,

still a bedrock of music, art, and beauty will remain

from indomitable American spirits.

And from a songwriter, Jeff Tweedy,

whose enormous humanity breaks and heals us at the same time,

and all of that somehow rhymes.

[ Laughter ]

Now, they're not easy to define.

If you go to the record store, you'd have them in several bins.

And that in itself makes them essential.

We don't need certainty when we love the questions.

[ Cheers and applause ]

I want to ride with Wilco. [ Chuckles ]

I want to be awash in subversion and love

with Wilco at the wheel

and me and you on the passenger side.

[ Cheers and applause ]

It is my great honor to welcome the alchemical reaction,

the interactive magic of six men

into the Austin City Limits Hall of Fame --

Patrick Sansone, Nels Cline, Mikael Jorgensen, Glenn Kotche,

John Stirratt, and Jeff Tweedy,

otherwise known as Wilco!

[ Cheers and applause ]

-I really didn't anticipate being teary-eyed at this moment.

I've -- That really -- That really hurt me.

I didn't write very much, but I did want to --

I did write a little something to share with everybody.

And if you've ever seen Wilco,

you know that I'm not the most comfortable frontman

in the world.

So, I'm gonna do my best to share some thoughts with you.

Number one, before I even get started,

thank you to the city of Austin.

[ Cheers and applause ]

I mean, I think one of our first ever shows as Wilco

was in Austin, Texas.

I ate a pot cookie on the way here.

[ Laughter ]

I freaked out, and I was never the same.

No, it's true.

[ Laughter ]

-Love you! -But I stopped at a truck stop

and bought some yellow sunglasses

because it was the only thing that made me

stop fearing everything I saw.

[ Laughter ]

But I would like to humbly accept this honor

on behalf of the band -- John, Glenn, Mikael, Pat, and Nels.

[ Cheers and applause ]

And -- And on behalf of past members --

Ken Coomer, Max Johnston,

Jay Bennett, Bob Egan,

and Leroy Bach.

[ Cheers and applause ]

We owe them a great debt for their time served.

[ Laughter ]

Like any band that's been around as long as we have,

we owe a lot to luck.

I mean, we've worked really hard, too,

but luck is involved, and it can't be denied.

My mother bought me my first bass guitar

from a cousin who played in a band in the early '60s,

went away to Vietnam, and came home, fortunately,

but never touched his bass again.

He just kind of felt like he missed his moment

and music had changed so much in the time he was away.

He felt left behind.

And I think about him a lot in moments like this.

Moments where I'm being rewarded for doing something

I just feel so lucky to do

and feel lucky I get to do and...

[ Cheers and applause ]

And I feel that way about a lot of -- a lot of things

that Wilco is built upon.

Our music is built upon a lot of music that's being forgotten

or has been forgotten.

And it's built on the bones of other bands

that have more often than not been scattered to the wind

in ways that would be hard to reconstitute

for any type of acknowledgment.

So I'd like to acknowledge them here

and accept this award on their behalf, as well.

Just, you know, remember

that we're -- we're here because of them.

Cheers and applause ]

And along with the deep gratitude that we all feel

to be introduced, inducted into a hall of fame

alongside Alejandro and Lucinda...

[ Cheers and applause ]

...and, you know, many of our greatest heroes in music,

I just...

I truly believe making music with your friends

or your enemies, even,

is just about the best thing we get to do as humans.

And so thank you, ACL.

Thank you, Terry.

Thank you, everyone.

We feel absolutely incredibly honored

to get to be a part of this. Thank you.

[ Cheers and applause ]

And I guess we're gonna play a song for you.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ The ashtray says ♪♪

♪♪ You were up all night ♪♪

♪♪ When you went to bed ♪♪

♪♪ With your darkest mind ♪♪

♪♪ Your pillow wept ♪♪

♪♪ And covered your eyes ♪♪

♪♪ And you finally slept ♪♪

♪♪ While the sun caught fire ♪♪

♪♪ You've changed ♪♪

♪♪ We fell in love ♪♪

♪♪ In the key of C ♪♪

♪♪ We walked along ♪♪

♪♪ Down by the sea ♪♪

♪♪ You followed me down ♪♪

♪♪ The neck to D ♪♪

♪♪ And we fell again ♪♪

♪♪ Into the sea ♪♪

♪♪ You've changed ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Oh, you've changed ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm ♪♪

♪♪ Something in my veins, bloodier than blood ♪♪

♪♪ Something in my veins, bloodier than blood ♪♪

♪♪ Something in my veins, bloodier than blood ♪♪

♪♪ Something in my veins, bloodier than blood ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ The ashtray says ♪♪

♪♪ You were up all night ♪♪

♪♪ When you went to bed ♪♪

♪♪ With your darkest mind ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, you've changed ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Ohhhhh, you've changed ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ What you once were isn't what you want to be anymore ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ What you once were isn't what you want to be anymore ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ What you once were isn't what you want to be anymore ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ What you once were isn't what you want to be anymore ♪♪

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[ Cheers and applause ]

-Please welcome Bill Callahan.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Oh, the band marched on ♪♪

♪♪ In formation ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ The brass was phasing ♪♪

♪♪ Tunes I couldn't place ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Windows open ♪♪

♪♪ And raining in ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Maroon, yellow, blue ♪♪

♪♪ Gold and gray ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ The drunks were ricocheting ♪♪

♪♪ The old buildings downtown ♪♪

♪♪ Empty so long ago ♪♪

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♪♪ Windows broken ♪♪

♪♪ And dreaming ♪♪

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♪♪ So happy to leave what was my home ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ With a sky blue sky ♪♪

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♪♪ This rotten time ♪♪

♪♪ Wouldn't seem so bad to me now ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ If I didn't die ♪♪

♪♪ I should be satisfied ♪♪

♪♪ I survived ♪♪

♪♪ That's good enough for now ♪♪

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♪♪ With a sky blue sky ♪♪

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♪♪ This rotten time ♪♪

♪♪ Wouldn't seem so bad to me now ♪♪

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♪♪ Oh, if I didn't die ♪♪

♪♪ I should be satisfied ♪♪

♪♪ I survived ♪♪

♪♪ That's good enough for now ♪♪

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[ Cheers and applause ]

Thank you.

-Please welcome Terry Allen.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ This is how I tell it ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, but it's long ♪♪

♪♪ One Sunday morning ♪♪

♪♪ One son is gone ♪♪

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♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Against the weather dawning ♪♪

♪♪ Over the sea ♪♪

♪♪ My father said what I had become ♪♪

♪♪ No one should be ♪♪

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♪♪ Outside I look lived-in ♪♪

♪♪ Like the bones in a shrine ♪♪

♪♪ How am I forgiven? ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, I'll give it time ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ This I learned without warning ♪♪

♪♪ Holding my brow ♪♪

♪♪ In time I thought we would kill him ♪♪

♪♪ But I didn't know how ♪♪

♪♪ I said it's your god I don't believe in ♪♪

♪♪ No, your Bible can't be true ♪♪

♪♪ Knocked down by the long life ♪♪

♪♪ He cried, "I fear what waits for you" ♪♪

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♪♪♪♪

♪♪ I can hear those bells ♪♪

♪♪ Spoken and gone ♪♪

♪♪ I feel relief, I feel well ♪♪

♪♪ Now he knows he was wrong ♪♪

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♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Ring 'em cold for my father ♪♪

♪♪ Frozen underground ♪♪

♪♪ Jesus, I wouldn't bother ♪♪

♪♪ He belongs to me now ♪♪

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[ Humming ]

♪♪ Something sad keeps moving ♪♪

♪♪ So I wandered around ♪♪

♪♪ I fell in love with the burden ♪♪

♪♪ Holding me down ♪♪

♪♪ Bless my mind, I miss ♪♪

♪♪ Being told how to live ♪♪

♪♪ What I learned without knowing ♪♪

♪♪ How much more that I owe than I can give ♪♪

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[ Humming ]

♪♪ This is how I tell it ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, but it's long ♪♪

♪♪ One Sunday morning ♪♪

♪♪ One son is gone ♪♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

Thank y'all!

[ Cheers and applause continue ]

-Please welcome Japanese Breakfast.

[ Cheers and applause ]

-I'm gonna take a real quick moment

to point something out.

When we recorded the last Uncle Tupelo record,

here in Austin, Texas,

that man right there was a member of Uncle Tupelo.

[ Cheers and applause ]

And he played on the first Wilco record,

so technically, you're in the Hall again.

[ Cheers and applause ]

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-♪♪ Jesus, don't cry ♪♪

♪♪ You can rely on me, honey ♪♪

♪♪ You can combine anything you want ♪♪

♪♪ I'll be around ♪♪

♪♪ You were right about the stars ♪♪

♪♪ Each one is a setting sun ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Tall buildings shake ♪♪

♪♪ Voices escape singing sad, sad songs ♪♪

♪♪ Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks ♪♪

♪♪ Bitter melodies turning your orbit around ♪♪

♪♪ Don't cry ♪♪

♪♪ You can rely on me, honey ♪♪

♪♪ You can come by any time you want ♪♪

♪♪ I'll be around ♪♪

♪♪ You were right about the stars ♪♪

♪♪ Each one is a setting sun ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Tall buildings shake ♪♪

♪♪ Voices escape singing sad, sad songs ♪♪

♪♪ Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks ♪♪

♪♪ Bitter melodies turning your orbit around ♪♪

♪♪ Voices whine ♪♪

♪♪ Skyscrapers are scraping together ♪♪

♪♪ Your voice is smoking ♪♪

♪♪ Last cigarettes are all you can get ♪♪

♪♪ Turning your orbit around ♪♪

♪♪ Our love ♪♪

♪♪ Our love ♪♪

♪♪ Our love is all we have ♪♪

♪♪ Our love ♪♪

♪♪ Our love is all of God's money ♪♪

♪♪ Everyone is a burning sun ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Tall buildings shake ♪♪

♪♪ Voices escape singing sad, sad songs ♪♪

♪♪ Tuned to chords strung down your cheeks ♪♪

♪♪ Bitter melodies turning your orbit around ♪♪

♪♪ Voices whine ♪♪

♪♪ Skyscrapers are scraping together ♪♪

♪♪ Your voice is smoking ♪♪

♪♪ Last cigarettes are all you can get ♪♪

♪♪ Turning your orbit around ♪♪

♪♪ Last cigarettes are all you can get ♪♪

♪♪ Turning your orbit around ♪♪

♪♪ Last cigarettes are all you can get ♪♪

♪♪ Turning your orbit around ♪♪

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[ Cheers and applause ]

-We'd like to invite everybody back up on the stage.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

♪♪ I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

♪♪ I'd love to feel your hand touching mine ♪♪

♪♪ And tell me why I must keep working on ♪♪

♪♪ Yes, I'd give my life just to lay my head tonight ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

[ Steel guitar solo ]

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♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Like to dream troubles all away ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

♪♪ Jump up from my starbed, make another day ♪♪

♪♪ Underneath my California stars ♪♪

♪♪ They hang like grapes on vines that shine ♪♪

♪♪ And warm the lover's glass like friendly wine ♪♪

♪♪ I'd give this world just to dream a dream with you ♪♪

♪♪ On our bed of California stars ♪♪

[ Keyboard solo ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

♪♪ I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

♪♪ I'd love to feel your hand touching mine ♪♪

♪♪ And tell me why I must keep working on ♪♪

♪♪ Yes, I'd give my life to lay my head tonight ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

[ Piano solo ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I'd like to dream my troubles all away ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

♪♪ Jump up from my starbed, make another day ♪♪

♪♪ Underneath my California stars ♪♪

♪♪ They hang like grapes on vines that shine ♪♪

♪♪ And warm the lover's glass like a friendly wine ♪♪

♪♪ So I'd give this world just to dream a dream with you ♪♪

♪♪ On our bed of California stars ♪♪

[ Guitar solo ]

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♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Dream a dream with you ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Yes, I'd give my life to lay my head tonight ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

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[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Cheers and applause continue ]

♪♪♪♪

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♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Dream a dream of you ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Yes, I'd give my life to lay my head tonight ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

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