30-Minute Music Hour

It's the 30-Minute Music Hour. I'm Andy Moore. From Madison,

Wisconsin

Wrenclaw! (cheers and applause) (performing "Lonesome Town") I'm going down to lonesome town Maybe I'll just hang around I don't mind old lonesome town Cuz I don't mind being alone I'm going down to lonesome town Maybe I'll just hang around I don't mind old lonesome town Cuz I don't mind being alone Walking down that empty street No need to talk to the people you meet Nobody's home nobody to call the hand writing's on the wall Well our little town used to Buzz like a Homlite chainsaw Well I used to be a cop but nobody broke the law Well we used to have a school And we used to have a mill downtown Well not anymore Well nobody's hanging around Well everybody left everybody's leaving Everybody's moving away Where they gonna go what they gotta do They got no reason to stay Yeah! I'm going down to lonesome town Maybe I'll just hang around I don't mind old lonesome town Cuz I don't mind being alone Well everybody left everybody's leaving Everybody's moving away Where they gonna go what they gotta do They got no reason to stay I got books to read I got a garden to weed Gonna take a walk in the woods Down to the creek with my bamboo stick Gotta catch a mess of trout if I could Well I go and see Rudy and his wife Louise They got goats that always give me cheese Brews his own beer makes his own wine Plays a fiddle while he shoots the breeze Well I'm going down to lonesome town Maybe I'll just hang around I don't mind old lonesome town Cuz I don't mind being alone Everybody left everybody's leaving Everybody's moving away Where they gonna go what they gotta do They got no reason to stay They got books to read I got a garden to weed Gonna take a walk in the woods Down to the Creek with my bamboo stick Gotta catch a mess of trout if I could Well I go and see Rudy and his wife Louise They got goats that always give me cheese

goat bleating

Wisconsin

Brews his own beer makes his own wine Plays a fiddle while he shoots the breeze Well I'm going down to lonesome town Maybe I'll just hang around I don't mind old lonesome town Cuz I don't mind being alone I'm going down to lonesome town Maybe I'll just hang around I don't mind old lonesome town Cuz I don't mind being alone Well I'm going down to lonesome town Maybe I'll just hang around I don't mind old lonesome town Cuz I don't mind being alone Well I don't mind old lonesome town Cuz I don't mind being alone Well I don't mind old lonesome town Cuz I don't mind being alone (cheers and applause) Hey, all right, written by my dear ol' daddy, Willie Walkner, from Two Rivers, Wisconski. (performing "Claudine") Waiting tables waiting on a break Waiting like a coiled up cobra snake That's my Claudine That's my Claudine Looking in the mirror looking at her watch Looking at a rich man's empty scotch That's my Claudine That's my Claudine Singing in the shower singing in the rain Singing's only way she can ease that pain That's my Claudine That's my Claudine Working all week trying to pay the bills Looking like the road's always going uphill Waiting in the backstage all alone Well she's waiting for her chance At the microphone Closing up the restaurant closing down the till She's closing up a purse full of hundred dollar bills That's my Claudine That's my Claudine And I love my Claudine That's my Claudine Well she's packing up the marquee Burning up the van Went and burnt up her apron In a garbage can That's my Claudine That's my Claudine And I love my Claudine That's my Claudine Well they're fighting that fire Fighting all night night Claudine's fighting off the glare From the front stage lights That's my Claudine That's my Claudine And I love my Claudine That's my Claudine Working all week trying to pay the bills Looking like the road's always going uphill Waiting in the backstage all alone Well she's finally got a chance at the microphone Singing in the shower Singing in the rain Singing in a palace in the south of Spain That's my Claudine That's my Claudine And I love my Claudine That's my Claudine Call me Mr. Claudine That's my Claudine Well I love my Claudine Gotta give me some of that Clau... ...dine (vocalizing) (cheers and applause) Thank you, Claudine! Thanks. (performing "One More Morning") Cinder block sat a reject Stuck at the bar Spendin' all my time Wondering where you are And I snuggled with the pine trees Wrestled with God Locked horns over a deal that Led me right back to the bar And there's only one more morning In the weekend One more chance To make you stay And I know that you're in love With another wanderin' man You should know my love stays with you And if you should go down Bless this kiss Bless your indecision Such that I must have missed Your simple plans for nothin' Your simple plans for gold You can't be plannin' to have two warm beds By the time you get old And there's only one more morning In the weekend One more chance To make you stay And I know that you're in love With another wanderin' man You should know My love stays with you You should know I'm better than him (instrumental break) And there's only one more morning In the weekend One more chance To make you stay And I know that you're in love With another wanderin' man You should know My love stays with you You should know My love stays with you You should know I'm better than him (cheers and applause) Thank you. Dan's just going to switch guitars quickly for slide action. Thanks for being here, everybody! And, crowd, you look good. (cheers and applause) Disregard that crying baby. We're doing great, home audience. (performing "Rockwood") One, two. One, two, three, four. (twanging of slide guitar) Grainy photographs on The stained walls of her mind Fragments of dreams Remnants of lost time Bruises, whispers And side-long glances No afterthoughts No second chances Down in Rockwood Down in Rockwood Staring like a shotgun Voice like a razor blade Fog is drifting And the sun burns through them shades Bitter pills And cold well water Sins of the son Reflection on the daughter Down in Rockwood Down in Rockwood You know you can set your watch To the evening train Down in Rockwood Can't hear the cries No one complains Down in Rockwood Where's all the children? Where're their smiling faces? Hiding from the demons In them hiding places Down in Rockwood (cheers and applause) - Thank you. It's about my mom's hometown. Jacob wrote this next tune. Hi. Ready? (drumming) (performing "Whiskey Woman") She's got my mother's kind of sense of humor I can smell it on her breath tonight I don't care if she went out I'm a sucker for the party life I can see that flask in her back pocket I can smell it on her clothes tonight I don't care if she's been drinking I'm a sucker for the drinking life Oh, whiskey woman You fill my glass up with Jim Beam Oh, whiskey woman You'll make a drunkard out of me She's got my father's kind of sense of humor I can smell it on her breath tonight I don't care if she's been drinking I'm a sucker for the drinking life Oh, whiskey woman You fill my glass up with Jim Beam Oh, whiskey woman You'll make a drunkard out of me Oh, whiskey woman You fill my glass up with Jim Beam Oh, whiskey woman You'll make a drunkard out of me You'll make a drunkard Out of me (cheers and applause) Thank you. It's about a girl who loves whiskey. (performing "Friends & Enemies") There's a building across the street From every bar In every Wisconsin town

About 7

30 Sunday morning The people start to gather around Well they all start to mill around The women wearing pretty dresses The men, they're wearing fancy suits Me, I'm sitting across the street Wearing blue jeans and cowboy boots My heels digging in the floor like roots Like roots I'm my own worst enemy I'm my own best friend Three of us been hanging out All alone together again I've made some silly choices But in the end I sit here drinking with my worst enemy And he's acting like he's my best friend I know sometimes you say something stupid You know you're not supposed to say Catch myself doing that very thing About six or seven times a day Saying something That I shouldn't say To you Hell, I'm not all bad You know, I got redeeming qualities I can't think of any right off hand But if you give me a moment please I'll list those qualities Hey, I just said please I'm my own worst enemy I'm my own best friend Three of us been hanging out All alone together again I know I've made some silly choices But in the end I sit there drinking with my worst enemy And he's acting like he's my best friend There's a greasy mirror Across the bar After years of inspection, well, My buddies must be vampires or something Because I've never seen their reflection Somehow it escaped my detection Some Sunday when you're done with church Come join us across the street I got a couple of real good buddies I'd really like you to meet We'll all get to talking And have us a couple of beers You'll start laughing at the dirty jokes Like we've all been friends for years Then we'll have us a couple more beers And a pickled egg I'm my own worst enemy I'm my own best friend Three of us are hanging out All alone together again I know I've made some silly choices But in the end I sit here drinking with my worst enemy And he's acting like he's my best friend I'm my own worst enemy Yeah, I'm my own best friend Three of us been hanging out All alone together again I know I'm a sinning man Well, for that I'll atone But the three of us sharing a bar stool Is better than drinking alone The three of us sharing a barstool Is better than drinking alone (cheers and applause) Thank you very much!

We're Wrenclaw

Josh, Danny Plourde, got Jacob, Kelby, Vince... I'm Dan Walkner. Thank you. (cheers and applause)