Austin City Limits

-"Austin City Limits" presents indie country meets psychedelia with Margo Price.

- All I know is every time That your lips are parted Right behind my back, baby That's how rumors get started -And bluegrass sensation Molly Tuttle and Golden Highway.

Like a broke-down train, like the fire hits rain Rackin' my brain 'cause I really, really wanna know Where did all the wild things go?

Where did all the wild things go?

[ Cheers and applause ] -Recorded live from the Moody Theater, it's Austin City Limits.

-Now the restless spirit of country singer-songwriter Margo Price.

-What's up, ACL?

[ Cheers and applause ] [ "Been to the Mountain" plays ] I got nothing to prove I got nothing to sell I'm not buying what you've got I ain't ringing no bells I got a mint in my pocket Got a bullet in my teeth I'm going straight in the fire I'm gonna talk to the high priest Used to be a lover, a queen and a drifter A cowboy devil, a bride in a box A pilgrim and a thief, but it was me underneath I just know who I'm not And that's alright with me Alright Alright Can't tell me nothing, babe, and that's a fact I have been to the mountain and back Alright Alright Well, I wish I was God, but I'm glad that I'm not 'Cause I think too much, got my head in a knot The world's on fire Better save your brother I've been a child, and I've been a mother I've been a victim, and I've been a tumor Used to be your waitress, but now I'm a consumer I've been on food stamps, I've been outta my mind I rolled in dirty dollars, stood in the welfare line I've been a number, I've been under attack I have been to the mountain and back Alright I've been a dancer, a saint, an assassin I've been a nobody, a truck-driver shaman So many seasons that I've been adrift Sometimes I wonder if I even exist You ever walk down the street, and do you think to yourself Am I being watched, man?

Am I on the list?

Well I been called every name in the book, honey Go on, take your best shot Take your best shot, take your best shot And I got my back to you, aim at my heart Go on, take your best shot, now I am the hunter I am the hunted I am a baby, I'm wanted I'm an alchemist, teacher, I'm a sinner, I'm a preacher And I know that there's more out here than this As I stare in the void of the black mountain vacuum I know the scent of death like a perfume No, this ain't the end This ain't the end, this ain't the end This ain't the end Ooh, take off your tired eyes Undress your goodbyes 'cause I have been to the mountain I have been to the mountain I have been to the mountain I have been to the mountain and back Alright Alright Can't tell me nothing, babe, and that's a fact I have been to the mountain and back Alr-i-i-ight Alright Are you all alright?

[ Cheers and applause ] Oooooh [ Cheers and applause ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] [ "Change of Heart" plays ] One of these days You're gonna wake up older With a hole in your pocket And a blade on your shoulder If you break both your legs, then don't come runnin' to me Had a change of heart I had a change of heart Don't worry about the war Nobody's winning Don't worry about the rain It's only beginning I never loved you, and I always will Had a change of heart I had a change of heart Get down to the end of the line And it all fell apart Quit tryin' to change your mind I had a change of heart Oh, oh I had a change of heart So where are you now In your pile of rubble?

You run from danger straight into trouble Way down deep, you're just as shallow as me Had a change of heart I had a change of heart Unwanted child with an absent mother You want protection like an older brother I remember forgetting all the words that you said I had a change of heart I had a change of heart Get down to the end of the line And it all fell apart Quit tryin' to change the past I had a change of heart Oh, oh I had a change of heart I had a change of heart I had a change of h-e-e-eart Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, ohh Ohhh [ Cheers and applause ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] [ "That's How Rumors Get Started" plays ] It's been a while Since I've been on this side of town Don't cross the river much these days Haven't been avoidin' you I'm hardly ever around Sure, we could talk, but what would I say?

And here you are Still doin' you Never worked out But it never stopped you All I know is every time That your lips are parted Right behind my back, baby That's how rumors get started That's how rumors get started Word travels faster than a whisper in the wind Now all the birds are flyin' south Black hawks and doves We are at it once again And you're talkin' out of both sides of your mouth And here you are Still doin' you Never worked out But it never stopped you All I know is every time That your lips are parted Right behind my back, baby That's how rumors get started That's how rumors get started You're burnin' bridges Keepin' warm by the fire For what a lovely glow it makes And I'm growin' tired of being your exit fire I bet it's hard to sleep in the bed of lies that you made And here you are Still doin' you Never worked out But it never stopped you All I know is every time That your lips are parted Right behind my back, baby That's how rumors get started That's how rumors get started That's how rumors get started That's how rumors get started I'll be right back.

[ Cheers and applause ] [ Cheers and applause ] [ "Twinkle Twinkle" plays ] Hey!

Way back in the good old days Things weren't really all that good We grew up with the TV on We learned how from Hollywood We learned how from Hollywood Riding with my headphones on In the back of my mama's car Winding down that dirty road Town was close, but it felt far Town was close, but it felt far Drive-in movies, Coca-Cola Sweet sixteen, that kiss of death Don't you cry when you should laugh, baby I smell liquor on your breath I smell liquor on your breath If it don't break you It might just make you rich You might not get there And on the way, it's a bitch Gettin' by, gettin' high Feelin' like a low-life bum Baby, racked up debt, couldn't pay my rent Pissin' off till kingdom come Pissin' off till kingdom come Mother Mary, geez Louise I was havin' a ball until I threw it too far, baby Playin' dives, tryna stay alive Twinkle, twinkle, little star Twinkle, twinkle, little star If it don't break you It might just make you rich You might not get there And on the way, it's a bitch But then I won the lottery I struck gold, and they picked me, baby Winner, winner, chicken dinner Hello, Mama, look at me Hello, Mama, look at me Now everything's turned inside out They wanna put me on a big TV, baby Everybody wants to know How I feel and what I think How I feel and what I think If it don't break you It might just make you rich You might not get there And on the way, it's a bitch Don't you know it's a bitch It's a bitch [ Cheers and applause ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] -Next, a rising star in the world of bluegrass and beyond, Molly Tuttle & Golden Highway.

[ "El Dorado" plays ] - I'm Gold Rush Kate from the Golden State With a nugget around my neck I keep the red lights burning bright From here to Hell and back I've dug for silver and for gold From Boulder up to Haines But when I hit Coloma, boys, I made my final claim Crossed the High Sierras in the spring of '48 And every man with a shovel and pan Has stumbled through my gates Behind these doors, whiskey pours And lovin' flows like wine Miners boast of mother lodes They'll dig or else die trying El Dorado Woo-hoo-hoo They come from far and wide to quell the fever in their souls It haunts their brain, they've gone insane For the glimmer of the gold The devil must have drug 'em here down a one-way path 'Cause when you hit Coloma, boys, you never make it back There's Redwood Bill, he can drink his fill So can John the Rover Bad Luck Dave is in his grave His gold dust days are over They fill their pans with blood and sand And call to God upstairs But in the golden country, boys The Lord don't hear your prayers El Dorado Woo-hoo-hoo Cross yourself on Hangman's Hill If you run into Reno Maria When the sky is dark, she can read the stars From Mars to Cassiopeia She comes around when the sun comes down With fortunes to be told For a copper penny, she'll tell you plenty Except where to find the gold Stay away from Snake Oil Jake He'll fool you with a fountain pen One look in his eyes, you'll be hypnotized He's got that sleight of hand He's sleek and fat like an old tomcat They say he has nine lives And Snake Oil Jake sure met his fate When they shot him down ten times Don't stake your claim with the Dogtown Gang Or the boys from Rough and Ready Don't thumb your nose at the Sydney Cove The hammer comes down heavy On every jack who tries to hack his way to fortune fair And comes to find he's last in line to be a millionaire El Dorado Woo-hoo-hoo El Dorado City of gold, city of fools Heard the news from Siskiyou, the rush is moving on Leaving old Coloma, boys, and bound for Oregon Here in town, the tailing piles have all gone to rust One day you boom, but pretty soon Your booming days are bust So now I sweep the empty streets and boarded-up saloons Seen 'em fade from golden days to ghost towns left to ruin Was it worth the blood and dirt to dig our lives away?

But life goes quick, so come get rich in Californ-I-A El Dorado Woo-hoo-hoo El Dorado City of gold, city of fools Has the fever got a hold on you?

I've seen it all, the rise and fall And now I take my rest I'm Gold Rush Kate from the Golden State And I'm the last one left [ Cheers and applause ] This is something I've dreamed of for so long.

I've been watching "Austin City Limits" since I was a little kid.

[ Cheers and applause ] [ "Yosemite" plays ] You said a road trip would do us some good Despite every instinct, I said that I would It's been six years since you put on that ring Maybe the road will fix everything When all that remains is the gas in the tank The tread on the tires and what's left in the bank Sometimes the road is the best remedy How many more miles to Yosemite?

- I'm riding shotgun through prairies and plains You say, "How pretty," I'm thinking, "How strange" It feels to follow this sinking ship down Maybe the mountains will turn us around When all that remains is the gas in the tank The tread on the tires and what's left in the bank Sometimes the road is the best remedy For a love that's grown old, try some new scenery So how many more miles to Yosemite?

Two hours to go, I broke down in Modesto You told me, "Don't make a scene" We're damned if we make it, we're damned if we don't And we're somewhere stuck in between Now we're running on fumes It's an uphill climb Drove right past all the danger signs And I just can't wait to tell you goodbye Cut a new trail, leave our love behind Sometimes the road is the best remedy For two broken hearts that need setting free So how many more miles to Yosemite?

How many more miles to Yosemite?

[ Cheers and applause ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] [ "Dooley's Farm" plays ] Old Dooley was raised Carolina Got his schoolin' out in Vietnam Tucks his hair up in a Pioneer seed cap When he's bringing his cash crop in Now everybody said he's just a simpleton farmer Plow a hundred acres out in Sugar Grove Smilin' at you from an IH tractor But there's a secret down in every row In the Blue Ridge Mountains with the whispering pines They used to grow tobacco Then they made moonshine But there's something better in the back of the barn Down on Dooley's farm Old Dooley's got a roadside farm stand Sweet corn, tomatoes, and turnip greens But if you ask to buy a jug of sorghum He'll know exactly what you mean He'll meet you in the back of the woods at midnight Bring a lantern 'cause it's hard to find He's got a strain that'll punch your lights out Old Dooley's gonna blow your mind In the Blue Ridge Mountains with the whispering pines They used to grow tobacco Then they made moonshine But there's something better in the back of the barn Down on Dooley's farm Well, you can hide by day, but the night will find you They caught Dooley in the moonlight Drug him down from the field to the state farm To bust rocks on the roadside Now everybody says I'm just a simpleton farmer But they don't know that I'm an outlaw Growing green must've ran in the family 'Cause old Dooley is my grandpa In the Blue Ridge Mountains with the whispering pines They used to grow tobacco Then they made moonshine But there's something better in the back of the barn Down on Dooley's farm [ Cheers and applause ] In the Blue Ridge Mountains with the whispering pines They used to grow tobacco Then they made moonshine But there's something better in the back of the barn Down on Dooley's farm Down on Dooley's farm [ Cheers and applause ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] Thank you all so much.

[ Cheers and applause continue ] [ "Where Did All the Wild Things Go?"

plays ] Do you like to get down low with the doghouse Or high on the hog when the Friday night lights go down?

Can you howl like a greyhound?

Do you like greens, and I don't mean collards?

Hollered, swallered, blown your last dollar at dawn And do you like to tie one on?

Now the street's full of suits with hundred-dollar haircuts I used to cut loose, now it's uptight, airbrushed Scratchin' my head 'cause I really, really wanna know Where did all the wild things go?

Do you like to get hazy, blazy, crazy A little bit mad 'cause you just caught rabies, man?

And now you're goin' off the deep end Do you like jammin', ramblin', gamblin' Slammin' 'em back Till you don't know what you're standin' on Passed out in a port-a-john?

Now this town's been tamed like a bear in a cage Like a broke-down train, like the fire hits rain Rackin' my brain 'cause I really, really wanna know Where did all the wild things go?

Where did all the wild things go?

-Hi, folks.

This part here is a little crowd-participation zone of the tune, you know?

And we're not gonna ask a lot of you.

It's actually about the least that anyone could ask you to do.

Because that's all we're gonna have to do is...do.

That's the work.

And the part goes like this.

Do, do, do do, do do do Do, do, do do, do do do Do, do, do do, do do do Come on, now, sing it with me louder now Do, do, do do, do do do Do, do, do do, do do do Do, do, do do, do do do Do, do, do do, do do do Keep it up.

Do, do, do do, do do do Do, do, do do, do do do Do, do, do do, do do do Do, do, do do, do do do - Sometimes you gotta growl - Do, do, do do, do do do Do, do, do do, do do do Sometimes you gotta let loose Get juiced and howl, ooh Sometimes you gotta raise the roof, shake the blues Break through, and make the news Before it all goes south - Do, do, do do, do do do Do, do, do do, do do do - Sometimes you gotta get loud!

Sometimes you gotta rise up to get down - Get up, get up, party people!

- Sometimes you gotta stand out in a crowd, get plowed Fly your freak flag proud 'Cause there's never been a better time to let it shine Than right now Hunh!

So meet me after midnight, moonlight It's gonna be a good time, alright Everybody's comin' in hot We're gonna divvy up the jackpot Till the party light's out and the police are comin' Everybody's runnin' to thumb another diesel down Come on, and let's blow this town 'Cause you can cut out the fangs of a pair of pit vipers But this here tiger's just getting wilder All you wild things stand up and let 'em know Where did all the wild things go?

Where did all the wild things go?

Where did all the wild things go?

[ Cheers and applause ] We see you wild things.

[ Cheers and applause continue ] This next one is an older one.

This came out last year.

It's the title track of my record, "Crooked Tree."

And this song is all about embracing our differences, embracing who we are and those hard things in life that make us stronger.

When I wrote this song, I was thinking about when I was a kid, I lost all my hair.

I developed something called alopecia areata.

Basically means your body stops growing hair.

And so I grew up feeling like a crooked tree a lot of the time.

But when I wrote this song, it just gave me this feeling that it's okay to be who you are.

And so, in the spirit of this next song, I thought I'd let my hair down.

[ Cheers and applause ] So, we love you, crooked trees, wherever you are!

You're beautiful just as you are.

[ Cheers and applause ] Thank you so much.

[ Cheers and applause continue ] Oh, my gosh.

[ Cheers and applause continue ] Aww, thank you all so much.

[ "Crooked Tree" plays ] Two trees in the forest One was crooked, one was straight Crimson bark and emerald needles Growing day by day And though they looked so different They enjoyed the rain the same Side by side A chickadee had told them of a darkness on the land Spinning blades that came to visit, carried by a man And every other tree would see them cut down where they stand By and by Oh, can't you see?

A crooked tree Won't fit into the mill machine They're left to grow Wild and free Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree The perfect trees were driven down the mountain to the mill They turned them into toothpicks And to twenty dollar bills Seemed the more the people took The more they needed still In the end The crooked trees were left there After all the work was done Now they go for weeks and never witness anyone No one left to tell them if they're growing right or wrong But the whispering wind Oh, can't you see?

A crooked tree Won't fit into the mill machine They're left to grow Wild and free Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree People say I'm different And my way of life seems strange I took the road less traveled Twists and turns along the way But like the crooked tree I'm growing stronger day by day As the clouds roll by A river never wonders why it flows around the bend A mountain doesn't question how it rose up from the land So who am I to wish I wasn't just the way I am?

Who am I?

Oh, can't you see?

A crooked tree Won't fit into the mill machine They're left to grow Wild and free Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree A crooked tree Won't fit into the mill machine They're left to grow Wild and free I'd rather be a crooked tree I'd rather be a crooked tree [ Cheers and applause ] Thank you so much.

We love you.

[ Cheers and applause continue ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] [ "San Joaquin" plays ] Riding on the San Joaquin Bringing in some Humboldt green Watch out for that bully, he'll pick your pockets clean Toss you in Tehachapi When I get to Richmond, I'll be gold Soon as this suitcase is sold Till then, I'm rolling down the line Looking for the next high time Riding on the San Joaquin Well, the San Joaquin is a mighty good line There's a mighty good chance she'll blow your mind Each time you hear that whistle blow I'm smugglin' in another load Riding on the San Joaquin Bringing in some Humboldt green I'm just rolling down the line Looking for the next high time Riding on the San Joaquin Police banging on the boxcar door Brakeman threw me overboard Hit the ground and clicked my heels Hopped back on in Bakersfield Riding on the San Joaquin Bringing in some Humboldt green Watch out for that bully, he'll pick your pockets clean Toss you in Tehachapi When I get to Richmond, I'll be gold Soon as this suitcase is sold Till then, I'm rolling down the line Looking for the next high time Riding on the San Joaquin Well, the railroad queen, she wants to ride But I ain't ready to go Got a few more hearts to break Till I reach the end of the road That's Bronwyn Keith-Hynes on the fiddle!

[ Cheers and applause ] Kyle Tuttle on the banjo!

[ Cheers and applause ] Give it up for Dominick Leslie on the mandolin!

[ Cheers and applause ] Shelby Means on the bass!

[ Cheers and applause ] Riding on the San Joaquin Fastest you ever seen And when my riding days are o'er Toss me in a baggage car Put that reefer in my mouth Spark it up and send me south Riding on the San Joaquin [ Cheers and applause ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] [ Cheers and applause continue ] The crooked trees were left there After all the work was done Now they go for weeks, never witness anyone No one left to tell them if they're growing right or wrong But the whispering wind Oh, can't you see?

A crooked tree Won't fit into the mill machine They're left to grow Wild and free Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree