Scott H. Biram: We’ll get to that one in a minute.

[“Still Around” by Scott H. Biram]

[bluesy guitar music]

Go ahead and throw me down I might be broke, I’m still around Break me down and grind me round I’ll be here if I’m being found

I am the weapon in your hand I’m the stone that drags you down The rock on which you stand I’m the one who hangs around

Push me in the current, I’ll just soak a while You’ll find me down the riverbed Down ’bout half a mile

I’ll find a way to get you back Break the glass in your one-horse shack Might throw a train right off the track But I’ll be damned if I’ll get cracked

Uh

[bluesy guitar music]

Heaven knows, I’m sinking down Tired of things that won’t be found Buried deep within the ground I was here before this godforsaken town

I am the weapon in your hand I am the stone that drags you down I’m the rock on which you stand I am the one who hangs around

Left here by the maker, I’ve never sinned And throughout all the ages, I’ve always been Broken down and stoic to the bitter end I’m not trying to pretend I’m not ever giving in I’ve never been your friend I’m just worn down by the wind

[wind whistling sounds]

Yeah!

[bluesy guitar music]

I’m the weapon in your hand I’m the stone that drags you down I’m the rock on which you stand I am the one who hangs around

I am the weapon in your hand I am the stone that drags you down The rock on which you stand I am the one who hangs around

[audience applauding and cheering]

I’m the one who drinks a beer

Scott H. Biram: I’m gonna do it!

[“Write Me a Few Lines” by Mississippi Fred McDowell]

[bluesy guitar music]

Baby when you get home

Uh

Hey won’t you sit down and write me a few of your lines

Baby when you get home Mmm hmm hmm hmm, whoo hoo

Won’t you sit down and write me a few of your lines

That’ll be a consolation

Yeah

Mama for my worried mind Whoa, baby

Uh

[bluesy guitar music]

Yeah, I left my baby

Yeah, standin’ Lord, in her back door cryin’

Oh I left my baby, woo hoo

Standin’ Lord, in her back door cryin’ Yeah Mama

I never felt so sorry

Mama, ’til she said goodbye Whoa, baby

Uh

[bluesy guitar music]

[laughs]

I’m goin’ down to the river

Mama, and I’m gonna sit down on the ground

I’m goin’ down to the river, whoo hoo

I’m gonna sit down on the ground

I’m gonna let the waves of the water

Mama wash my trouble down Whoa Hey, man Uh Hey

Scott H. Biram: Take me back to the porch now.

[bluesy guitar music]

[audience applauding and cheering]

Scott H. Biram: I had to pull that one out.

Scott H. Biram: Thank you.