Do we have folks in here tonight from Texas, anybody from Texas? A few Texas folks. For those of you folks from Texas, I'm going to tell you something right now. The rest of the world gets a little bit tired of hearing about Texas. I know that. Well, it's just tough, pal. Because you're going to have to deal with it. I'll tell you why. Because by the grace of a merciful and loving God and the simple fact that a few really nice little old ladies down in West Palm Beach, Florida could not figure out that butterfly ballot, the rest of the world is stuck with us for the next two years and hopefully six, you know what I'm saying? And that's just the way it is. And here's the funny thing about that. Those same little old ladies can work 14 bingo tickets at the same time and they could not figure out. So I call it an act of God. Now look, speaking about Texas, here's what we've got. Brother Steve and Brother Rudy and I have put together a little medley of some of our favorite songs, either written or recorded by our favorite Texas artists. Welcome back, Brother Steve and Brother Rudy and the Gatlin Brothers Band. We're going to sing some Texas songs for you. And even if you don't like Texas, you're going to love these songs because you've been hearing them all your life. We're going to start with Bob Wills, the King of Texas Swing, Faded Love. I miss you, darling, more and more every day As heaven watches the stars above A little harmony, boys. With every heartbeat I still think of you And remember our faded love And remember our faded love You know, the original E.T. was not an alien from outer space in a Steven Spielberg movie. He was a long, tall drink of water from Texas. His name was Ernest Tubb. His buddies called him E.T. Brother Rudy's going to do E.T.'s biggest hit, Walking the Floor. Do it, son. I'm walking the floor over you I can't sleep a wink, that is true I'm hoping and I'm praying as my heart breaks right in two I'm walking the floor over you You left me and you went away You said that you'd be back in just a day You've broken your promise and you left me all alone I don't know where you are, dear, but I do know that you're gone I'm walking the floor over you I can't sleep a wink, that is true I'm hoping and I'm praying as my heart breaks right in two I'm walking the floor over you I'm walking the floor over you Rudy Gatlin does Ernest Tubb. He sounded just like him, son. Good job! My personal favorite all-time country singer is from a little town called Viter, Texas. Some people call this old boy the old possum. Others call him old no-show. Some of them just call him George. Out of respect, I just call him Mr. Jones. He said I'll love you till I die She told him you'll forget in time As the years went slowly by She still prayed upon his mat He kept her picture on the wall And went half crazy now and then Still he loved her through it all Kept hoping she'd come back again He stopped loving her today They placed a wreath upon his door Soon they'll carry him away He stopped loving her You know, George Jones is the only man in the world who can take a simple two-syllable word like today and stretch it out into twelve syllables. I cannot do it. I'm going to get a big old deep breath and give it my best shot. Today He's one of a kind. Another good friend of ours, a unique individual. He's from Abbott, Texas, the one and only Willie Hugh Nelson. I bet you didn't know he wrote crazy, but he did. Brother Steve is going to sing it for you. Crazy, crazy for feeling so lonely I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted Then someday you'd leave me for somebody new Worry, why should I let myself worry Wondering what in the world would I do I'm crazy for thinking that my love could hold you I'm crazy for trying, I'm crazy for crying And I'm crazy for loving you I'm crazy for trying, I'm crazy for crying And we're crazy for hiring you When our daughter was born in Nashville, Tennessee, 24 years ago, Janice and I named her Kristen Cara. We named her after a long-haired, shaggy beard, blue-eyed country singer and songwriter who'd kind of taken us under his wing, helped teach me to write songs. Thank you, Chris. I appreciate it. His name was Chris Christopherson, one of his best. Busted flat in Baton Rouge, heading for a train Feeling nearly faded is my gene Bought me Thunder Diesel now, just before it rained Took us all the way to New Orleans Then I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana I was blowing low while Bobby sang the blues With him windshield wipers slapping time Bobby clapping hand, we finally sang the favorite song that driver knew Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose Nothing ain't worth nothing but it's free Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues Feeling good was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGee This is the na-na-na-na part. Help us out now. Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Sing along! Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Feeling good was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGee It was good enough for me and Bobby McGee Thank you.