♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ You know, good evening everybody, and good morning. I hope it's late at night. I feel groovy. Feel good too. You know, sitting by looking at all the beautiful people that's been here in my head for so long. You out there. Especially you holding your lady close. Snuggle up a little bit better. And give them a kiss on the jaw. Mama. ♪ Lay back and relax. If you're flying, cool off. Let the pilot take care of the jaw. ♪ You know right now, my mind kind of takes me back to the old days like lost in one. Try me. Your precious love. ♪ It takes me way back. ♪ Joe, I want to call a young man right here. I'm getting him ready. A thoroughbred from Kentucky. We call him little Joe from the Ponderosa because he plays a whole bonanza of soul in his horn. And ladies and gentlemen, this is a mini concert for you. So lay back and check out this one. Joe, take care of the BIC. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Hey, Joe. Joe. ♪ Can I get a little bit of yakety yak right here? Right here, Joe. Thank you. ♪ ♪ Wait a minute, Joe. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I don't want nobody on the floor. Joe, will you kick us up a little bit? Kick us out, Joe. It's like a coal train in the fellows. I'm going to play a little bit of Boots and King Curtis right here. ♪ ♪ Don't play so much alto, brother, man. Joe, I want to say thanks to the people of Kentucky for sending such a thoroughbred to us. Thank you, sir. Thank you. Makes me feel good. ♪ Brett and I want to call another young man from Nagsville, Johnny Cashville, and say hi to Porter and all the fellas, Tom T. Hall, and little Mike, who plays organ. A beautiful little man. Mr. Harley Burris, ladies and gentlemen. Harley, play it like you feel it. Amber Wave. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Say something sad for us. ♪ Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute. Anything you do, anything you... Do you love your horn, Harley? You love your horn? If you love your horn, anything you love, you make love to. Is that right, fellas? Is that right, fellas? Harley, can you real quick make love to that horn right here, right now, Harley? Cool out, fellas. ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Harley, hit my JV, hit my JV. ♪ ♪ ♪
