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

In tonight's episode, statesmen of Americana, John Hiatt and Jerry Douglas, share favorite hits from their songbooks as well as new songs from their collaborative album, "Leftover Feelings."

♪ He's a keen rambler.

He walks all over town.

♪♪ John Hiatt: I kind of look at it as, like, you kind of--you're kind of goin' on an arc, and, hopefully, the audience is comin' halfway to the arc, and you're meetin' somewhere out in the magic dust, you know, that happens when music-- when people start resonating with music.

announcer: And now please welcome to the stage John Hiatt and The Jerry Douglas Band.

♪ I got a long, black electric Cadillac.

♪ ♪ She'll go a thousand miles on a charge.

♪ ♪ I got a long, black electric Cadillac.

♪ ♪ She'll go a thousand miles on a charge.

♪ ♪ I'm runnin' subterranean air-conditioning and a full ♪ ♪ electron photo array in my backyard.

♪ ♪ And when I'm headed out west just to see ya, baby, ♪ ♪ only have to stop twice along the way.

♪ ♪ And when I'm headed out west just to see ya, baby, ♪ ♪ only have to stop twice along the way, ♪ ♪ once to get my groceries ♪ ♪ and one time to charge up my engine bay.

♪ ♪ I've been runnin' artificial intelligence ♪ ♪ ever since I was a little boy.

♪ ♪ I've been runnin' artificial intelligence ♪ ♪ ever since I was a little boy.

♪ ♪ I've been hacked to bits and pieces, oh, ♪ ♪ but they couldn't touch my pride and joy.

♪ ♪ They couldn't touch it.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I got a big, black electric Cadillac.

♪ ♪ I can drive from the back right up to the front.

♪ ♪ I got a big, black electric Cadillac.

♪ ♪ I can drive from the back right up to the front.

♪ ♪ Electric fireplace sittin' on my dashboard ♪ ♪ can warm your heart anyway you want.

♪ ♪ I was talkin' to elected official, baby.

♪ ♪ He was sayin' somethin' so obscene.

♪ ♪ I was talkin' to elected official, baby.

♪ ♪ He was sayin' somethin' so obscene.

♪ ♪ I had to run it on down to Jackson, ♪ ♪ just to keep my motor clean.

♪ ♪ That's what I had to do.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ John: I picked up a guitar when I was 11 and took lessons for about two months.

The guy was tryin' to teach me to read and write music, and I wasn't interested, so I quit.

Had to hand in the rental guitar and begged my mother to get me another guitar.

A couple months later, she coughed up 30 bucks, and we bought a Stella, a red Stella-- Jerry Douglas: All right.

John: And a Mel Bay chord book, and I learned about five chords, and it's the same five I know today.

Jerry: Same ones.

John: That was the end of my music education 'cause I wrote my first song as soon as I had two chords so-- ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ He threw one down from the top of the stairs.

♪ ♪ Beautiful women were standin' everywhere.

♪ ♪ They all got wet when he smashed that thing, ♪ ♪ but off in the dark, you could hear somebody sing, ♪ ♪ "Oh, it breaks my heart to see ♪ ♪ those stars smashing a perfectly good guitar.

♪ ♪ I don't know who they think they are ♪ ♪ smashing a perfectly good guitar."

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ It started back in 1963.

♪ ♪ His mama wouldn't buy him that new red Harmony.

♪ ♪ He settled for a little sunburst with a crack, ♪ ♪ but he's still tryin' to break his mama's back.

♪ ♪ "Oh, it breaks my heart to see those ♪ ♪ stars smashing a perfectly good guitar.

♪ ♪ I don't know who they think they are ♪ ♪ smashing a perfectly good guitar."

♪ ♪ Oh, ooh, hoo.

♪ ♪ Well, he loved that guitar just like a girlfriend, ♪ ♪ but every good thing, you know it comes to an end.

♪ ♪ Now he just sits in his room all day, ♪ ♪ whistling every note he ever played, get on.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Well, there ought to be a law with no bail.

♪ ♪ You smash a guitar, and then you go to jail ♪ ♪ with no chance for early parole.

♪ ♪ You don't get out until you get some soul.

♪ ♪ "Oh, it breaks my heart to see those stars ♪ ♪ smashing a perfectly good guitar.

♪ ♪ I don't know who they think they are ♪ ♪ smashing a perfectly good guitar."

♪ ♪ Oh, ooh, hoo.

♪ ♪ Now, it's late at night, it's the end of the road.

♪ ♪ He wishes he still had that old guitar to hold.

♪ ♪ He'd rock it just like a little baby in his arms, ♪ ♪ never let it come to any harm.

♪ ♪ "Oh, it breaks my heart to see those stars ♪ ♪ smashing a perfectly good guitar.

♪ ♪ I don't know who they think they are ♪ ♪ smashing a perfectly good, ♪ ♪ ohhh, guitar."

♪ ♪ Oh, ooh, hoo.

♪ ♪ Guitar.

♪ ♪♪♪ John: Bless your heart.

Thank you so much.

Jerry: I grew up in--close to Cleveland, Ohio, so, at night, I would be listenin' to the big rock stations out of Cleveland, you know?

And in the '60s, there was plenty to hear, and I remember taking a picture, the record cover of "Green River" of Creedence's "Green River" to school and say, "See this guy?

See what he's holdin'?

A Dobro.

See, I'mma play with this guy someday.

It only took me 30 years, but I did it.

John: Did you teach him how to play Dobro more?

Jerry: A little bit, yeah.

He started playing Dobro on stage and stuff after, yeah, after we got together.

Yeah, he loves Dobro and like millions of people all over the world.

John: Indeed.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Down here, the river meets the sea.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ In the sticky heat, I feel you open up to me.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Love comes out of nowhere, baby, ♪ ♪ just like a hurricane, ♪ ♪ and it feels like rain, and it feels like rain.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Lyin' underneath the stars right next to you, ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I'm wonderin' who you are, babe, and "How do you do?

♪ ♪ How do you do, baby?"

♪ ♪ When the clouds roll in right across the moon, and the wind ♪ ♪ howls out your name, and it feels like rain, hey, baby.

♪ ♪ No, it feels like rain.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ We ain't never gonna make that bridge tonight, baby, ♪ ♪ across the Pontchartrain because it feels like rain, ♪ ♪ and it feels like rain.

♪ ♪ Batten down the hatches, but leave your heart ♪ ♪ out on your sleeve, pretty please.

♪ ♪ Just because we're in for stormy weather, well, ♪ ♪ that ain't no cause for us to leave.

♪ ♪ Just lie here, right here in my arms, ♪ ♪ and let it wash away the pain ♪ ♪ 'cause it feels like rain.

♪ ♪ Oh, feels like rain.

♪ ♪ I said, it feels like rain.

♪ ♪ I said, it feels like rain.

♪ ♪ Oh, baby, can you feel it?

♪ ♪ Baby, can you feel it?

♪ ♪ I said, it feels like rain.

♪ ♪ You know it feels just like rain.

♪ ♪ It feels like rain.

♪♪ John: Jerry Douglas.

Jerry: Thank you.

Jerry: I really like "Lilacs in Ohio," that-- which is--John had recorded before, and we cut it for this record, and I think it fit this band really well, and it's a string band, kick-ass string-band song.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Well, you met her there on a New York City stair.

♪ ♪ You were throwing up on your shoes, tryin' to write ♪ ♪ the great book, well, it really had you shook ♪ ♪ with a bad case of wintertime blues.

♪ ♪ So you drag her down to the ragged side of town, ♪ ♪ shared a taxi to carry her home.

♪ ♪ And she left her handkerchief there beside you ♪ ♪ on the seat as if to emphasize that you were all alone.

♪ ♪ Smelled like springtime, and you were just a boy.

♪ ♪ And all the lilacs in Ohio, ♪ ♪ all the lilacs in Ohio, there ya go, ♪ ♪ in the city streets and the dirty winter snow, ♪ ♪ all the lilacs in Ohio-hio.

♪ ♪ Well, she is the love story you speak of ♪ ♪ when you talk to Sam at the bar, but it's in the details ♪ ♪ your story always fails, yeah, close, but no cigar.

♪ ♪ And you might see your own ass in a double whiskey glass, ♪ ♪ but you'll never erase her smile.

♪ ♪ And you'll never write it down, never find her ♪ ♪ in this town of phantom dreams and fingernail files.

♪ ♪ It was springtime, and you were just a boy.

♪ ♪ And all the lilacs in Ohio, all the lilacs in Ohio, ♪ ♪ there ya go, in the city streets ♪ ♪ and the dirty winter snow, ♪ ♪ all the lilacs in Ohio-hio.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ So ya pin her handkerchief to clean white linen sheets, ♪ ♪ and you unmake your bed and crawl in.

♪ ♪ And you imagine her there, and you're tangled in her hair, ♪ ♪ and she smells like flowers again.

♪ ♪ And it's springtime, and you are just a boy.

♪ ♪ And all the lilacs in Ohio, all the lilacs in Ohio, ♪ ♪ there ya go, in the city streets ♪ ♪ and the dirty winter snow, ♪ ♪ all the lilacs in Ohio-hio.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jerry: And you can't pigeonhole this record because there are classical moments, there are real ballads, there are rock and roll moments.

There are all kinds of things goin' on, but it's largely acoustic, so played in a rock and roll way.

John: I liked what you said about, "Yeah, what would the music sound like?"

And that's what was the most intriguing to me was, when I had the idea, it was like, "Yeah, why wouldn't I?

Yeah, I wanna play with Jerry Douglas."

And then the next thing was "Gee, I wonder what it would sound like?"

We really had no idea.

♪♪♪ ♪ Sheets dance on the line, white as the clouds gone by.

♪ ♪ Screen door kickin' time as kids melt into the sky.

♪ ♪ You're making your moves, trying just to stay alive, ♪ ♪ and the music is hot.

♪ ♪ WSM on your transistor radio, a song about trains.

♪ ♪ You can hear that whistle blow.

♪ ♪ Waylon walks the line.

♪ ♪ Merle's mama tries to tell him so, and the music is hot.

♪ ♪ You got a story 'bout 20 miles long.

♪ ♪ You got a tune like a number one song.

♪ ♪ You got the sweat like the shirt off my back.

♪ ♪ You got a heart, let me open it a crack.

♪ ♪ Fiddle and steel takin' you higher, ♪ ♪ past cotton fields and telephone wires.

♪ ♪ Out to the church and the gospel choir, and you're gone.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Sun goin' down, you're scroungin' to feed the dog.

♪ ♪ You're wearin' a dress you saw in a catalog.

♪ ♪ The crickets have started to sing ♪ ♪ with those old bull frogs, ♪ ♪ and the music is hot.

♪ ♪ You tuck in the kids and think of a nice, long bath.

♪ ♪ You notice your mom starin' back from a photograph.

♪ ♪ And quick as you turn, ♪ ♪ you're certain you can hear her laugh, ♪ ♪ and the music is hot.

♪ ♪ You got a story 'bout 20 miles long.

♪ ♪ You got a tune like a number one song.

♪ ♪ You got the sweat like the shirt off my back.

♪ ♪ You got a heart, let me open it a crack.

♪ ♪ Fiddle and steel takin' you higher, ♪ ♪ past cotton fields and telephone wires.

♪ ♪ Out to the church and the gospel choir, ♪ ♪ and you're gone, gone, gone, gone, ♪ ♪ oh-ooh.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ John: Ah, you're beautiful.

Thank you very much.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Well, the sun comes up, and you stare your cup of coffee, ♪ ♪ yup, right through the kitchen floor.

♪ ♪ Well, you feel like hell, so you might as well get out ♪ ♪ and sell your smart-ass door-to-door.

♪ ♪ And the Mrs. wears her robe slightly undone ♪ ♪ as your daughter dumps her oatmeal on your son, ♪ ♪ and you keep it hid just like your dad did.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Oh, so you go to work just to watch some jerk ♪ ♪ pick up the perks you were in line to get.

♪ ♪ And the guy that hired you just got fired.

♪ ♪ Your job's expired.

They just ain't told you yet.

♪ ♪ So you go and buy a brand-new set of wheels ♪ ♪ just to show your family just how swell you feel, ♪ ♪ acting like a kid, just like your dad did.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ And you're a chip off the old block.

♪ ♪ Why does it come as such a shock, ♪ ♪ every road up which you rock, your daddy already did?

♪ ♪ Yeah, you've seen the old man's ghost come back ♪ ♪ as creamed chipped beef on toast.

♪ ♪ Now, if ya don't get your slice of the roast, ♪ ♪ you're gonna flip your lid just like your dad did.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Well, the day was long, thrill is gone, ♪ ♪ supper's on, something's taking place.

♪ ♪ So the food is cold, and your wife feels old, ♪ ♪ but all hands fold as the two-year-old says grace.

♪ ♪ She says, "Help the starving children to get well, ♪ ♪ but let my brother's hamster burn in hell."

♪ ♪ Ya love your wife and kids ♪ ♪ just like your dad did.

♪ ♪ Oh, like your daddy did, just like your daddy did, ooh, ♪ ♪ like your daddy did, your daddy did, your daddy did.

♪ ♪ Your daddy did, your daddy did.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ John: Daniel Kimber on the bass.

John: My early influences were what was on the radio.

That was early '60s, so it was a great mix, Marvin Gaye, you'd hear Stax-Volt, you'd hear The Beatles, you'd hear The Stones, you'd hear--you know, it was just a great mix of music.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Mississippi phone booth in the middle of the night.

♪ ♪ Bugs flyin' everywhere, crazy in the gas station light.

♪ ♪ Sweat pounding through my T-shirt, ♪ ♪ pumping change in a call to you.

♪ ♪ Mississippi phone booth, operator, ♪ ♪ would you put me through?

♪ ♪ Flat-black '84 Camaro, comin' up from New Orleans.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Everything south of I-10, ♪ ♪ I just blew it all to smithereens.

♪ ♪ Now, I'm somewhere close to Jackson.

♪ ♪ I got Memphis on the line.

♪ ♪ Mississippi phone booth, tell Jesus I'm outta dimes.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Oh, vodka, eight-ball cocaine, not enough to change my mind.

♪ ♪ Mississippi phone booth, ♪ ♪ please don't hang up on me this time.

♪ ♪ Mississippi phone booth, ♪ ♪ please don't hang up on me this time.

♪ ♪ Callin' from a Mississippi phone booth.

♪ ♪ Don't hang up on me this time.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ He's a keen rambler.

He walks all over town.

♪ ♪ He walks all over town, ♪ ♪ mornin' 'til the sun goes down.

♪ ♪ He's a keen rambler.

♪ ♪ He goes two or three miles in the mornin', ♪ ♪ walkin' to the early church.

♪ ♪ Walks his children to school, then he's walkin' to work.

♪ ♪ He's a keen rambler.

He's a keen rambler.

♪ ♪ He walks all over town.

♪ ♪ He walks all over town, walkin' this country down.

♪ ♪ He's a keen rambler.

♪ ♪ Oh, now, he never did care for the buggy and never could ride ♪ ♪ no horse or never got goin' no motorcar.

♪ ♪ He liked the natural force.

He's a keen rambler.

♪ ♪ He's a keen rambler.

He walks all over town.

♪ ♪ He walks all over town, ♪ ♪ mornin' 'til the sun goes down.

♪ ♪ He's a keen rambler.

A rambler.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Oh, well, he's goin' to get her flowers ♪ ♪ and goin' to the birthday store, somethin' sweet to eat ♪ ♪ like candy or maybe just a little bit more ♪ ♪ 'cause she's a sweet little rolla.

♪ ♪ Roll him when the sun goes down.

♪ ♪ Wake him up with a coffee cup.

♪ ♪ He rambles all over this town.

♪ ♪ He's a keen rambler.

♪ ♪ He's a keen rambler, walks all over town, ♪ ♪ walks all over town, mornin' 'til the sun goes down.

♪ ♪ He's a keen rambler.

♪ ♪ He's a keen rambler, walks all over town.

♪ ♪ He walks all over town, walkin' this country down.

♪ ♪ He's a keen rambler.

♪ ♪♪♪ John: I don't think I was destined to be a virtuoso guitarist.

I think my skills would attest to that, but I was destined to be a songwriter, so I just--what I needed was--I needed to learn how to back myself up to write, to write songs.

John: Give credit where credit's due.

I'd like to thank Bonnie Raitt for recordin' this song of mine.

Yeah, man, she certainly gave me a leg up in the music scene, and she kept tires on the tour bus all these years, among other things, put a couple of daughters through college for that matter so--and just tore it up too.

Bonnie, thank you so much.

This is "Thing Called Love."

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Don't have to humble yourself to me.

♪ ♪ I ain't your judge or your king.

♪ ♪ Baby, you ain't no Queen of Sheba.

♪ ♪ We may not even have our own dignity.

♪ ♪ Could be just a prideful thing.

♪ ♪ Baby, we can choose, you know we ain't no amoebas.

♪ ♪ Are you ready for the thing called love?

♪ ♪ Don't come from me and you, come from up above.

♪ ♪ I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves.

♪ ♪ Are you ready for the thing called love?

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ And you ain't some icon carved out of soap, ♪ ♪ sent down here to clean up my reputation.

♪ ♪ Baby, I'm not your prince charming.

♪ ♪ We can live in fear or act out of hope ♪ ♪ for some kind of peaceful situation.

♪ ♪ Baby, I don't know why the cry of love is so alarming.

♪ ♪ Are you ready for the thing called love?

♪ ♪ Don't come from me and you, come from up above.

♪ ♪ I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves.

♪ ♪ Are you ready for the thing called love?

♪ ♪ Ugly ducklings don't turn into swans ♪ ♪ and glide off down the lake.

♪ ♪ Now, whether your sunglasses are off or on, ♪ ♪ you only see the world you make.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Before the laws of God and the laws of man, ♪ ♪ I take you for my wife.

♪ ♪ Love, honor, cherish, and obey.

♪ ♪ Well, I never made no plans to live this kind of life.

♪ ♪ It just kind of worked out that way.

♪ ♪ Are you ready for the thing called love?

♪ ♪ Don't come from me and you, come from up above.

♪ ♪ I ain't your porcupine, take off your kid gloves.

♪ ♪ Are you ready for it?

♪ ♪ Are you ready for the thing called love?

♪ ♪ Don't come from me and you, come from up above.

♪ ♪ I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves.

♪ ♪ Are you ready for the thing called love?

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I'm talkin' about the thing called love.

♪ ♪ Talkin' about it.

♪ ♪ I'm talkin' about the thing called love.

♪ ♪ Oh, yes, I'm talking about it.

♪ ♪ Thing called love.

♪ ♪ Talkin' about the things that makes you do crazy things, ♪ ♪ this thing called love.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Oh, and I'm talkin' about that mean stuff mama does, ♪ ♪ stupid, little, crazy, little, messed-up ♪ ♪ thing called love, love, love, yeah.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Well, I got somethin' to say, little girl.

♪ ♪ You might not like my style, but we've been hangin' ♪ ♪ around this town a little too long awhile.

♪ ♪ You say you're gonna get your act together ♪ ♪ and take it out on the road.

♪ ♪ Well, if I don't get outta here pretty soon, ♪ ♪ my head's going to explode, ♪ ♪ but, sure, I like country music, I love those mandolins, ♪ ♪ but right now I need a telecaster ♪ ♪ through a Vibrolux turned up to ten.

♪ ♪ Let's go to Memphis in the meantime, baby.

♪ ♪ Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

♪ ♪ Oh, my, I need a little shot of that rhythm ♪ ♪ mixed up with these country blues.

♪ ♪ I wanna trade in these ole cowboy boots ♪ ♪ for some fine Italian shoes.

♪ ♪ Forget the mousse and the hairspray, sugar.

♪ ♪ Don't need none of that.

♪ ♪ You know, a little dab will do ya, underneath a pork pie hat.

♪ ♪ Until hell freezes over, baby, ♪ ♪ you're gonna wait that long, but ♪ ♪ I don't think Blake Shelton is gonna ever record this song.

♪ ♪ Let's go to Memphis in the meantime, baby.

♪ ♪ I'm talkin' about Memphis in the meantime, girl.

♪ ♪ I said I wanna go to Memphis in the meantime, baby.

♪ ♪ I wanna go to Memphis in the meantime, girl.

♪ ♪ Oh, look out.

♪ ♪ Maybe there's nothin' happenin' there.

♪ ♪ Maybe there's somethin' in the air, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

♪ ♪ Before our upper lips get stiff, ♪ ♪ maybe we need us a big, ole whiff.

♪ ♪ Oh, just a big, ole whiff.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ If we could just get off of that beat, little sugar, ♪ ♪ maybe we could find the groove.

♪ ♪ At least we could get ourselves a decent meal down ♪ ♪ at the Rendezvous 'cause one more heartfelt steel guitar, ♪ ♪ my baby's gonna do me in.

♪ ♪ I'm gonna hear some trumpet and saxophone, ♪ ♪ a sound as sweet as sin.

♪ ♪ And after we are good and greasy, baby, ♪ ♪ we're gonna come on home.

♪ ♪ Put the cow horns back on the Cadillac.

♪ ♪ Change the message on the cord-a-phone.

♪ ♪ Let's go to Memphis in the meantime, baby.

♪ ♪ I'm talkin' about Memphis in the meantime, girl.

♪ ♪ I wanna go to Memphis in the meantime, baby.

♪ ♪ I wanna go to Memphis in the meantime, girl.

♪ ♪ I'm talkin' about Mem-phis.

♪ ♪ Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho.

♪ ♪ Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho.

♪ ♪ I said I wanna go to Mem-phis.

♪ ♪ Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho.

♪ ♪ Ho, ho, ho, ho.

♪ ♪ I said I wanna go to Memphis.

I wanna go to Memphis.

♪ ♪ I wanna go to Memphis.

I wanna go to Memphis.

♪ ♪ I wanna go to Mem-a, Mem-a, Mem-a, Mem-a, Mem-a, Mem-a, ♪ ♪ Mem-a, Mem-a, Mem-a, Mem-a, Mem-a, Mem-a, Mem-a, Mem-a, ♪ ♪ Mem-a, Mem-a, Mem-a, Mem-a, Mem-a, Mem-a, Mem-a, ♪ ♪ Mem-a, Mem-a, Mem-a, Memphis.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Jerry: We feed, definitely, feed off the audience, you know, but I kind of come at it--I hope the audience, I hope everybody has a great time, and I can see it on their faces.

You can read 'em, but what I'm hopin' for is that we're guarding--you know, we're playin' a brand-new record for these folks that they haven't heard before, and they haven't heard John Hiatt in this situation.

They haven't heard me in this situation.

What I feel like we're doing every night, especially when we're playin', you know, "Perfectly Good Guitar," one of those songs, you know, I'm thinkin' we're guarding, we're guarding a treasure.

John: Bring you this little love song.

♪♪♪ ♪ When the road gets dark ♪ ♪ and you can no longer see, ♪ ♪ let my love throw a spark, ♪ ♪ and have a little faith in me.

♪ ♪ When the tears you cry, ♪ ♪ oh, you can believe, ♪ ♪ just give these loving arms a try, baby.

♪ ♪ Have a little faith in me.

Have a little faith in me.

♪ ♪ Have a little faith in me.

♪ ♪ Have a little faith in me.

♪ ♪ Have a little faith in me.

♪ ♪ When your secret heart ♪ ♪ cannot speak so easily, ♪ ♪ come here, darlin', from a whisper start.

♪ ♪ Have a little faith in me.

♪ ♪ And when your back's against the wall, ♪ why don't you just turn ♪ ♪ around, and you will see ♪ ♪ I'll be there, I'll be there to catch ♪ ♪ your fall, yes, I will, so have a little faith in me.

♪ ♪ Have a little faith in me.

♪ ♪ Have a little faith in me.

♪ ♪ Have a little faith in me, hey, baby.

♪ ♪ Have a little faith in me.

♪ ♪ I've been lovin' you for such a long time now, baby, ♪ ♪ expectin' nothin' in return, just for you ♪ ♪ to have a little faith in me.

♪ ♪ You see, time is our friend because, ♪ ♪ 'cause, for us, there is no end.

♪ ♪ All you gotta do is have a little faith in me.

♪ ♪ I will hold you up.

♪ ♪ I'm gonna hold you up because your love ♪ ♪ give me strength enough, so have a little faith in me.

♪ ♪ Please, please, baby, all I want you to do for me tonight ♪ ♪ is have a little faith in me, ah, baby.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I dreamed I did a good job, and I got well paid.

♪ ♪ I blew it all at the penny arcade.

♪ ♪ I spent about a hundred bucks on a Kewpie doll.

♪ ♪ I guess no chick is gonna make me crawl.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ On a TWA to the promised land.

♪ ♪ Every woman, child, and man ♪ ♪ gets a Cadillac and a diamond ring.

♪ ♪ Don't you know we're ridin' with the King?

♪ ♪ Yeah, hey.

♪ ♪ He's on a mission of mercy to the new frontier.

♪ ♪ He's gonna check us all on out of here up to that mansion ♪ ♪ on a hill where you can get your prescription filled, ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ any kind of pill you want.

♪ ♪ Well, on a TWA to the promised land.

♪ ♪ Everybody, come on, and clap your hands.

♪ ♪ Don't you just love the way he sings?

♪ ♪ Don't you know we're ridin' with the King?

♪ ♪ Don't you know we're ridin' with the King?

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ A red cape and a shiny Colt 45.

♪ ♪ You've never seen his face, but I know he's alive.

♪ ♪ Tonight everybody's gettin' their angel wings.

♪ ♪ Don't you know we're ridin' with the-- ♪ John: You know, I stepped out of a mirror.

I was just ten years old.

Had a suit cut sharp as a razor, a heart made out of solid gold and had a guitar hangin' just about waist-high.

He's gonna play that thing until the day he die.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Don't you know we're riding with the King?

♪ ♪ We're ridin' with the King.

♪ ♪ Don't you know we're ridin' with the King?

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Don't ya know we're ridin' with the-- ♪ ♪ don't ya know we're ridin' with the King?

♪ ♪ Yeah.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ John: The Jerry Douglas Band.

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