♪ ERIC: Red Rocks was- there's so much there, that the venue itself, I mean it's a cathedral, it's- it's- it's a church, it's unbelievable.

When I go into a show like that, I had the first couple three songs road-mapped, and then I don't have much, and I'm starting to kinda talk my way through it, or call people up.

And after I'm there I kinda let the show develop.

I enjoy that, because it's a tightrope.

It's a- when you walk out there acoustic in a situation like that, it'll scare you a little.

And I don't get scared a whole lot.

When that happens, I know that it's probably gonna be a pretty good show, because there's a little bit of an element of danger there, that I don't know what's gonna happen.

The fact that it may not work is what intrigues me about it.

It's up to me to trust the music, and to trust the people listening to the music to make it work, and if that happens, and it has every time, always does, well it's magical.

(crowd cheering) CROWD: Eric, Eric, Eric.

(crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ ♪ I still remember Miss Bessie singing ♪ ♪ Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys ♪ ♪ Just five years old, my church shoes a-dangling ♪ ♪ Yeah, she's long gone ♪ ♪ And I'm still singing this song ♪ ♪ With a guitar full of freedom ♪ ♪ And a head full of lines ♪ ♪ That nightlife full of demons ♪ ♪ Has been a hell of a ride ♪ ♪ I got a crazy heart, and I was born to lose it ♪ ♪ Married to a dream with a mistress named music ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ No hope and squarely solitary ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ Enough whiskey and coke to get me in a bind ♪ ♪ Amps juiced, the whole damn block could hear me ♪ ♪ Even that cop car driving past ♪ ♪ Inside the front door before they hit the back ♪ ♪ With a guitar full of freedom ♪ ♪ And a head full of lines ♪ ♪ That nightlife full of demons ♪ ♪ Has been a hell of a ride ♪ ♪ I got a crazy heart, I was born to lose it ♪ ♪ I'm married to a dream ♪ ♪ With a mistress named music ♪ ♪ Da da da, da da da, da da da da ♪ ♪ Da da da, da da da da, da da da da ♪ (laughs) (crowd cheering) (laughs) ♪ ♪ White calloused fingers on bronze and nylon ♪ ♪ ♪ These same old boots still tapping time ♪ ♪ Not quite the buzz ♪ ♪ I used to tie on at the Grizzly Road ♪ ♪ But til I'm gone, I'll keep chasing this song ♪ ♪ ♪ Chasing this song ♪ ♪ ♪ Stood there boldly, sweatin' in the Sun ♪ ♪ Felt like a million, felt like number one ♪ ♪ The height of summer never been that strong ♪ ♪ Like a rock, like a rock ♪ ♪ Nothin' ever got to me ♪ ♪ Like a rock, I was something to see ♪ ♪ Like a rock ♪ ♪ I was like a rock ♪ ♪ ♪ Even though we ain't got money ♪ ♪ I'm so in love with ya honey ♪ ♪ And everything will bring a chain of love ♪ ♪ Every mornin' when I rise ♪ ♪ You bring a smile of joy to my eyes ♪ ♪ And tell me everything is gonna be all right ♪ ♪ ♪ But I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari ♪ ♪ Tehachapi to Tonapah ♪ ♪ I get on every kind of rig that's ever been made ♪ ♪ Been on the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed ♪ ♪ But if you give me weed, whites, and wine ♪ ♪ And show me the sign ♪ ♪ Then I'll be willin' to be movin', yeah ♪ ♪ ♪ Well, John at the bar is a friend of mine ♪ ♪ He gets me my drinks for free ♪ ♪ And he's quick with a joke ♪ ♪ And to light up your smoke ♪ ♪ But there's someplace that he'd rather be ♪ ♪ He says, Bill, I believe this is killing me ♪ ♪ As the smile ran away from his face ♪ ♪ Yeah, I'm sure that I could be a movie star ♪ ♪ If I could get out of this place ♪ ♪ La da da, da dee da da ♪ ♪ La da da, da dee da da ♪ ♪ ♪ So play us a song you're the piano man ♪ ♪ Well, play us a song tonight ♪ ♪ 'Cause we're all in the mood for a melody ♪ ♪ And you've got us feeling all right ♪ ♪ All right, all right, all right ♪ ♪ ♪ I still feel 25 most of the time ♪ ♪ I still raise a little cain with the boys ♪ ♪ Honky-tonks and pretty women ♪ ♪ I'm still right there with them ♪ ♪ High above the crowd and the noise ♪ ♪ Sometimes I feel like Jesse James ♪ ♪ Trying to make a name ♪ ♪ Knowing no one's gonna change who I am ♪ ♪ I was a young troubadour ♪ ♪ When I rode in on a song ♪ ♪ And I'm gonna be an old troubadour when I'm gone ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ ♪ With a guitar full of freedom ♪ ♪ And a head full of lines ♪ ♪ That nightlife full of demons ♪ ♪ Has been a hell of a ride ♪ ♪ I got a crazy heart, and I was born to lose it ♪ ♪ I'm married to a dream ♪ ♪ With a mistress named music ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ (crowd cheering) (crowd cheering) I tell you this, this will be, maybe more for me than you, but one of the most special nights that we've ever had on a stage anywhere.

So I, I love this place, I revere this place.

I revere the history of this place.

And tonight our set list is going to try to mirror what the history of this place is.

We're gonna play, (crowd cheering) we're gonna play a lot of stuff that if you've been with us a long time, you'll recognize, so.

(crowd cheering) Um... (crowd cheering) And it's just us, so let's go.

(crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ ♪ Turn the quiet up, turn the noise down ♪ ♪ Let this ol' world just spin around ♪ ♪ I wanna feel it swing, I wanna feel it sway ♪ ♪ And put some feel good in my soul ♪ ♪ And drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ I want a little more right ♪ ♪ And a little less left ♪ ♪ A little more right now ♪ ♪ A little less what's next ♪ ♪ Act like tomorrow's 10 years away ♪ ♪ And just kick back and let the feelin' flow ♪ ♪ And drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke ♪ ♪ ♪ Set my sails for a new direction ♪ (laughs) ♪ But ah, hey ♪ ♪ I changed my course, but my definition of change ♪ ♪ Just ain't the same ♪ ♪ I'm gonna sit right here ♪ ♪ ♪ Stay away from there ♪ ♪ I'm gonna make pretend ♪ ♪ I just don't care ♪ ♪ And I could get up ♪ ♪ Go get her back ♪ ♪ Or maybe I'll just let, just let her go ♪ ♪ And just drink a little drink ♪ ♪ Smoke a little smoke ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ Yeah, do you wanna drink a little drink ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ Or do you wanna smoke a little smoke ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ Do you wanna drink a little drink ♪ ♪ Or do you wanna do both ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ Yeah, kick back, gives the blues a spin ♪ ♪ Break out the wine, forget again ♪ ♪ Dig down deep, find my stash ♪ ♪ Fire it up, memory crash ♪ ♪ Yeah, I said, kick back, gives the blues a spin ♪ ♪ Break out the wine ♪ ♪ Break out the wine, forget again ♪ ♪ Dig down deep, find my stash ♪ ♪ Fire it up, memory crash ♪ ♪ Yeah, break out that old rock and roll ♪ ♪ And drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ ♪ Yeah, early Monday morning to Friday at 5:00 ♪ ♪ Man, I work, work, work ♪ ♪ But I don't climb, climb, climb ♪ ♪ Boss man can shove that overtime up his can ♪ ♪ All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand ♪ ♪ Now, fill 'em up or throw it down ♪ ♪ I got a 40-hour week worth of trouble to drown ♪ ♪ No need to complicate it, I'm a simple man ♪ ♪ All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand, ah ♪ ♪ ♪ Yeah, the parking lot is muddy ♪ ♪ Can't get to the door ♪ ♪ I take my jacked-up and drop er down in 4x4 ♪ ♪ Chill down a long neck, warm up the band ♪ ♪ All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand ♪ ♪ Now, fill 'em up or throw it down ♪ ♪ I'm about to tear a new one in this old town ♪ ♪ Five, four, three, two, one ♪ ♪ I'm gonna be your rocket man ♪ ♪ All you gotta do is put a drink in my, yeah ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ You got that little tattoo ♪ ♪ Playing peeky-boo on your back ♪ (laughs) (crowd cheering) ♪ All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand ♪ ♪ Fill it up or throw it down ♪ ♪ When you drive me home take the long way around ♪ ♪ You be my Lois Lane, I'm gonna be your Superman ♪ ♪ All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand ♪ ♪ My head Monday morning, that alarm clock sings ♪ ♪ It goes bang, bang, bang while it ring-ring-rings ♪ ♪ Yeah, I'm ready to roll if you wanna rock again ♪ ♪ All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand ♪ ♪ Now fill it up or throw it down ♪ ♪ I got a little hungover still hanging around ♪ ♪ Yeah, that hair of a dog is howling ♪ ♪ Hey there, man ♪ ♪ All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand ♪ ♪ Yeah, that hair of a dog is howling ♪ ♪ Hey there, man ♪ ♪ All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand ♪ ♪ Ah, hooooo ♪ (crowd cheering) (crowd cheering) ♪ I love this place man, I just love it.

(crowd cheering) ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ What you think, Jo?

JO: Loving it.

ERIC: You wanna do one?

JO: Let's do it.

♪ ♪ Turn on a neon light ♪ ♪ At least make it feel like night ♪ ♪ Put on some this or that ♪ ♪ And maybe I won't feel so bad ♪ ♪ I need a little background noise ♪ ♪ To drown out this little voice ♪ ♪ Running circles 'round my brain ♪ ♪ Screaming louder than the pain ♪ ♪ My head is spinning ♪ ♪ My resolve is reeling ♪ ♪ I can tell by the heavy in my heart ♪ ♪ I'm going down soon ♪ ♪ No use fighting the fight ♪ ♪ It's no contest tonight ♪ ♪ My figured out has never been more confused ♪ ♪ Having mixed drinks about feelings and you ♪ ♪ ♪ Turn off the bedroom light ♪ ♪ Put on a brave face and face the night ♪ ♪ It's either get used to this dread ♪ ♪ Or the cold spot in our bed ♪ ♪ The bottle helps, but the memory burns ♪ ♪ The whiskey soothes, still I toss and turn ♪ ♪ I'll find sleep til dreams relent ♪ ♪ Wake up tired and try again ♪ ♪ My head is spinning ♪ ♪ My resolve is reeling ♪ ♪ I can tell by the heavy in my heart ♪ ♪ I'm going down soon ♪ ♪ No use fighting the fight ♪ ♪ It's no contest tonight ♪ ♪ My figured out has never been more confused ♪ ♪ Having mixed drinks about feelings and you ♪ ♪ (Eric laughs) ♪ Having mixed drinks about feelings and you ♪ ♪ ♪ Turn on a neon light ♪ ♪ At least make it feel like night ♪ ♪ (crowd cheering) (crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ ♪ These boots have counted off many a band ♪ ♪ Playing one night roadhouse stands ♪ ♪ For tips in empty rooms ♪ ♪ These boots have stood toe-to-toe ♪ ♪ With the biggest, baddest Joe ♪ ♪ Like they had some things to prove ♪ ♪ These boots ♪ ♪ Oh, these boots more than once have saved my *** ♪ ♪ Like the night they hid that grass ♪ ♪ From those cops in Tupelo ♪ ♪ These boots have danced with the devil ♪ ♪ And nearly lost that battle ♪ ♪ To a wild Irish Rose ♪ ♪ I wore out more soles than I care to count ♪ ♪ Done more stupid things than most would dare to ♪ ♪ I've kicked myself more times than not ♪ ♪ For the roads they led me down ♪ ♪ But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them do ♪ ♪ Is walkin' out on you ♪ ♪ ♪ These boots had to see California ♪ ♪ And a gorgeous Arizona morning ♪ ♪ Where God paints the sky, and these boots ♪ ♪ Had to spur that beast in Cheyenne ♪ ♪ Thought that bull'd make me a real man ♪ ♪ But I still drag my right leg sometimes ♪ ♪ I wore out more soles than I care to count ♪ ♪ Done more stupid things than most would dare to ♪ ♪ I've kicked myself more times than not ♪ ♪ For the roads they led me down ♪ ♪ But the damnedest thing I've ever seen them do ♪ ♪ Is walkin' out on you ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ Now these boots are one step from the door ♪ ♪ They walked out of years before ♪ ♪ I can almost see her now ♪ ♪ These boots oughta kick that door aside ♪ ♪ Stomp out my foolish pride ♪ ♪ But they just turn around ♪ ♪ ♪ Damn these boots ♪ ♪ ♪ Yeah, damn these boots ♪ ♪ ♪ Damn these old tired-out boots ♪ ♪ ♪ Yeah, these boots, ah ♪ ♪ (crowd cheering) ERIC: Yeah.

(crowd cheering) Thank you.

(crowd cheering) (crowd cheering) **** I'm ripping up, ripping it up.

No set list, no set list.

(crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ ♪ It was the summer before the real world started ♪ ♪ And the deal was we would get to go ♪ ♪ If we cleaned it up, and got it running ♪ ♪ Daddy's old Winnebago ♪ ♪ Wing and a prayer down 65 ♪ ♪ Five best friends on four bald tires ♪ ♪ And I can still see Billy smiling ♪ ♪ When we finally made it ♪ ♪ To Talladega, boys raise the ♪ ♪ Whiskey in your glass ♪ ♪ Here's to turn it up, slowing down ♪ ♪ And cars that go real fast ♪ ♪ And we were laughing and living ♪ ♪ Drinking and wishing ♪ ♪ And thinking as that checkered flag was waving ♪ ♪ Sure would like to stay in Talladega ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ Like a stone, time rolls on ♪ ♪ You can't hit pause, that's just the deal ♪ ♪ Most days in life don't stand out ♪ ♪ But life's about those days that will ♪ ♪ Rockin' Randall, gettin' rowdy ♪ ♪ Shooting roman candles at the man in the moon ♪ ♪ Til the Alabama sun was breaking ♪ ♪ Over Talladega, raise the ♪ ♪ The whiskey in your glass ♪ ♪ Here's to turn it up, slowing down ♪ ♪ And cars that go real fast ♪ ♪ We were laughing and living ♪ ♪ Drinking and wishing ♪ ♪ And thinking as that checkered flag was waving ♪ ♪ Sure would like to stay in Talladega ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ And when the wind grows cold and it blows October ♪ ♪ I think about us shoulder to shoulder ♪ ♪ Like those cars ♪ ♪ My thoughts roll over and over and over ♪ ♪ In my mind ♪ ♪ Tonight I'm in Talladega, boys raise the ♪ ♪ Whiskey in your glass, here's to turn it up ♪ ♪ Slowing down and cars that go real fast ♪ ♪ We were laughing and living ♪ ♪ Drinking and wishing ♪ ♪ And thinking as that checkered flag was waving ♪ ♪ Sure would like to stay in Talladega ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ Talladega ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ Damn, I used to love this view ♪ ♪ Sit here and drink a few ♪ ♪ Main street and the high school ♪ ♪ Lit up on Friday night ♪ ♪ Down there it's another touchdown ♪ ♪ Man, this year's team is stout ♪ ♪ I can hear them goin' crazy ♪ ♪ And up here so am I ♪ ♪ Thinkin' about you sittin' there sayin' ♪ ♪ I hate this, I hate it ♪ ♪ If you couldn't stand livin' here ♪ ♪ Why'd you take it, take it ♪ ♪ Give me back my hometown ♪ ♪ This is my hometown ♪ ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ All the colors of my youth ♪ ♪ The red, the green, the hope, the truth ♪ ♪ Are beatin' me black and blue ♪ ♪ 'Cause you're in every scene ♪ ♪ My friends try to cheer me up ♪ ♪ Get together at the Pizza Hut ♪ ♪ I didn't have the heart to tell them ♪ ♪ That was our place ♪ ♪ These sleepy streetlights ♪ ♪ On every sidewalk side street ♪ ♪ Shed a light on ♪ ♪ Everything that used to be ♪ ♪ Give me back my, my hometown ♪ ♪ This is my hometown ♪ ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Yeah ooh, oh yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ You can have my grandma's locket ♪ ♪ The knife out of my grandpa's pocket ♪ ♪ Yeah my state champion jacket ♪ ♪ I don't care you can have it ♪ ♪ Every made memory every picture ♪ ♪ Every broken dream ♪ ♪ Yeah, everything, everything, everything ♪ ♪ Just give me back my hometown ♪ ♪ This is my hometown ♪ (crowd cheering) Yeah!

(crowd cheering) ♪ Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Ah ooh, oh yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Ah ooh, ooh ♪ (laughs) Sounded good.

♪ Ah ooh, ooh ♪ ♪ ♪ Said ah ♪ (crowd cheering) (crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ Always been a fighter, a scrapper and a clawer ♪ ♪ Used up some luck in lawyers ♪ ♪ Like Huck from Tom Sawyer, jumped on my raft ♪ ♪ And shoved off chasing my dreams ♪ ♪ Reeling in big fishes ♪ ♪ I, I had some hits and a few big misses ♪ ♪ I, I gave 'em hell and got a few stitches ♪ ♪ And these days I show off my scars ♪ ♪ With one arm around my baby ♪ ♪ And one arm around my boys ♪ ♪ A heart that's still pretty crazy ♪ ♪ And a head that hates the noise ♪ ♪ If the world comes a-knockin' ♪ ♪ Tell 'em I'm not home ♪ ♪ I'm finally holdin' my own ♪ ♪ ♪ I've burned up the fast lane ♪ ♪ Dodging drugs and divorce ♪ ♪ Just the one thing to do ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ Sometimes late at night ♪ ♪ I miss the smoke and neon ♪ ♪ Sneak out of bed grab this six-string ♪ ♪ Play what's still turnin' me on ♪ ♪ Like that tight old time rock 'n' roll ♪ ♪ Or that right down home country gold ♪ ♪ I miss blues and soul ♪ ♪ But not more than I miss being home ♪ ♪ With one arm around my baby ♪ ♪ And one arm around my boys ♪ ♪ A heart that's still pretty crazy ♪ ♪ And a head that just got sick of the noise ♪ ♪ If the world comes a-knockin' ♪ ♪ Tell 'em I'm not home ♪ ♪ I'm finally holdin' my own ♪ ♪ ♪ Until I run out of time ♪ ♪ ♪ I'm gonna spend the rest of mine, ah ♪ ♪ With one arm around my baby ♪ ♪ And one arm around my boys ♪ ♪ A heart that's still pretty crazy ♪ ♪ And a head that just hates the noise ♪ ♪ If the world comes a-knockin' ♪ ♪ Tell 'em I'm not home ♪ ♪ I'm finally holdin' my own ♪ ♪ ♪ And when my time on Earth is done ♪ ♪ I want they write it on my stone ♪ ♪ I lived, loved and died holdin' my own ♪ ♪ I lived, loved and died holdin' my own ♪ (crowd cheering) Thank you, Red Rocks.

(crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ ♪ To this day when I hear that song ♪ ♪ I see you standing there on that lawn ♪ ♪ Discount shades, store-bought ♪ ♪ Flip-flops and cut-offs ♪ ♪ Somewhere between that setting Sun ♪ ♪ "I'm on Fire" and "Born to Run" ♪ ♪ You looked at me and I was done ♪ ♪ We're just getting started ♪ ♪ I was singing to you, you were singing to me ♪ ♪ I was so alive, never been more free ♪ ♪ Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang oh ♪ ♪ Stayed there 'til they forced us out ♪ ♪ And took the long way to your house ♪ ♪ I can still hear the sound ♪ ♪ Of you saying, don't go ♪ ♪ When I think about you ♪ ♪ I think about 17 ♪ ♪ I think about my old Jeep ♪ ♪ I think about the stars in the sky ♪ ♪ Funny how a melody ♪ Forgot how to play the damn thing.

♪ Felt like a melody ♪ ♪ And a soundtrack to a July Saturday night ♪ ♪ Springsteen ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ I bumped into you by happenstance ♪ ♪ You probably wouldn't even know who I am ♪ ♪ But if I whispered your name ♪ ♪ I bet there'd still be a spark ♪ ♪ Back when I was gasoline ♪ ♪ And this old tattoo had brand new ink ♪ ♪ And we didn't care what your mom would think ♪ ♪ 'Bout your name on my arm ♪ ♪ Yeah baby, is it spring or is it summer ♪ ♪ A guitar sound or the beat of that drummer ♪ ♪ You hear sometimes late at night on your radio ♪ ♪ Even though you're a million miles away ♪ ♪ When you hear "Born in the USA" ♪ ♪ You relive all those glory days so long ago ♪ ♪ When you think about me ♪ ♪ Do you think about 17 ♪ ♪ Do you think about my old Jeep ♪ ♪ Think about the stars in the sky ♪ ♪ Funny how a melody sounds like a memory ♪ ♪ Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night ♪ ♪ ♪ Springsteen ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ I remember going oh, oh, oh ♪ ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪ ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ♪ ♪ Just like that oh, whoa, whoa ♪ ♪ Oh, whoa, whoa, oh, whoa ♪ ♪ ♪ When you think about me ♪ ♪ Do you think about 17 ♪ ♪ Do you think about my old Jeep ♪ ♪ Think about the stars in the sky ♪ ♪ Funny how a melody ♪ ♪ Sounds like a memory ♪ ♪ Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night ♪ ♪ Yeah, like a soundtrack ♪ ♪ To a Red Rocks Wednesday night ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ Springsteen, Springsteen ♪ ♪ Yeah, I remember "Born to Run" ♪ ♪ ♪ I remember Springsteen ♪ ♪ (crowd cheering) (crowd cheering) ERIC: Yeah.

(crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Now two miles east of the Chickamauga ♪ ♪ Just over the hill and across the holla ♪ ♪ End of the path leading from the water ♪ ♪ There's a one-room, A-frame house ♪ ♪ A hot-pie, potbelly stove ♪ ♪ When she workin' the flame, it never get cold ♪ ♪ The only place on Earth I know ♪ ♪ It gets hotter when the Sun goes down ♪ ♪ Oh my, my Chattanooga Lucy ♪ ♪ Woman, what it is you do to me ♪ ♪ Forbidden fruit, it sure is juicy ♪ ♪ Now you got me comin' around, comin' around ♪ ♪ Oh my, my Chattanooga Lucy ♪ ♪ Break me easy or bend me bluesy ♪ ♪ Hold on tight or hold on loosely ♪ ♪ Keep me comin' around, comin' around ♪ ♪ I post my bail and pay my bounty ♪ ♪ Anything to get me down to Hamilton County ♪ ♪ Up and down and all around me ♪ ♪ Every time I hear the sound ♪ ♪ Every time I hear the sound ♪ ♪ Oh, oh, oh, yeah, Jo ♪ ♪ Oh, oh, oh, yeah ♪ ♪ Oh my, my Chattanooga Lucy ♪ ♪ Woman, what it is you do to me ♪ ♪ Forbidden fruit, it sure is juicy ♪ ♪ You got me comin' around, comin' around ♪ ♪ And oh my, my Chattanooga Lucy ♪ ♪ Break me easy or bend me bluesy ♪ ♪ Hold on tight or hold on loosely ♪ ♪ Keep me comin' around, comin' around ♪ ♪ Yeah, I come undone ♪ ♪ Every time I get some ♪ ♪ Kickdrum, guitar strum ♪ ♪ No matter where you come from ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Oh, let me hear.

♪ Oh my, my Chattanooga Lucy ♪ ♪ Woman, what it is you do to me ♪ ♪ Forbidden fruit, it sure is juicy ♪ ♪ You got me comin' around, comin' around ♪ ♪ Yeah, oh my, my Chattanooga Lucy ♪ ♪ Break me easy or bend me bluesy ♪ ♪ Hold on tight or hold on loosely ♪ ♪ Keep me comin' around, comin' around ♪ ♪ Comin' around, comin' around ♪ ♪ Yeah, I come undone ♪ ♪ Every time I get some ♪ ♪ Kickdrum, guitar strum ♪ ♪ She's everything but a shy one ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ ♪ If I could kill a word and watch it die ♪ ♪ I'd poison "never," shoot "goodbye" ♪ ♪ And beat "regret" when I felt I had the nerve ♪ ♪ Yeah, I'd pound "fear" into a pile of sand ♪ ♪ Choke "lonely" out with my bare hands ♪ ♪ And I'd hang "hate" so that it can't be heard ♪ ♪ If I could only kill a word ♪ ♪ ♪ Yeah, I'd take "brokenness" out back ♪ ♪ And break "heartbreak," stand there and laugh ♪ ♪ Right in its face while shootin' it the bird ♪ ♪ I'd put "upset" down in its place ♪ ♪ Squeeze the life out of "disgrace" ♪ ♪ Lay "over" under six cold feet of dirt ♪ ♪ If I could only kill a word ♪ ♪ ♪ Now give me sticks, give me stones ♪ ♪ Break my body, break my bones ♪ ♪ Use staff and rod to turn me black and blue ♪ ♪ Cause you can't unhear, you can't unsay ♪ ♪ But if it were up to me to change ♪ ♪ I'd turn "lies" and "hate" ♪ ♪ To "love" and "truth" ♪ ♪ If I could only kill a word ♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah ♪ ♪ Yeah, I'd knock out "temptation's" teeth ♪ ♪ I'd sever "evil," and let it bleed ♪ ♪ Light up "wicked," stand and watch it burn ♪ ♪ I'd take "vice" and I'd take "vile" ♪ ♪ And tie 'em up there with "hostile" ♪ ♪ I'd hang 'em high and leave 'em for the birds ♪ ♪ If I, if I could only kill a word ♪ ♪ Give me sticks, give me stones ♪ ♪ Bend my body, break my bones, break my bones ♪ ♪ Use staff and rod to turn me black and blue ♪ ♪ Black and blue ♪ ♪ Cause you can't unhear, you can't unsay ♪ ♪ But if it were up to me to change ♪ ♪ I'd turn "lies" and "hate" ♪ ♪ To "love" and "truth" ♪ ♪ If I, if I could only kill a word ♪ ♪ ♪ If I, I could only kill a word ♪ ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ Since you turned the tables on me ♪ ♪ I've been steady and learnin' lonely ♪ ♪ Keepin' this turntable spinnin' ♪ ♪ Everything from Jones to Jennings ♪ ♪ Slowly plannin' my survival ♪ ♪ In a three-foot stack of vinyl ♪ ♪ Since you had to walk on outta here ♪ ♪ I've been havin' a record year, yeah ♪ ♪ I bet you thought before you left ♪ ♪ I'd just sit in silence by myself ♪ ♪ Turn this house into a jail ♪ ♪ Dyin' slow in a livin' hell ♪ ♪ But love's got a funny way of keepin' score ♪ ♪ And your leavin' lit up my scoreboard ♪ ♪ I usually make it through side A sober ♪ ♪ All bets are off when I flip her over ♪ ♪ One bourbon, one scotch, one beer ♪ ♪ I'm havin' a record year ♪ ♪ Quarter notes and Hank's half-time ♪ ♪ Are poundin' on this heart of mine ♪ ♪ Song to song, I pass my time ♪ ♪ With these speakers on 10 ♪ ♪ Your good and gone keeps me up all night ♪ ♪ Along with Songs In The Key Of Life ♪ ♪ I'm either gonna get over you ♪ ♪ Or I'm gonna blow out my ears ♪ ♪ Yeah, you're out there now ♪ ♪ Doin' God knows how, and I'm stuck here ♪ ♪ Havin' a record year ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ Your leavin' left me goin' crazy ♪ ♪ I'm countin' on a needle to save me ♪ ♪ I drop it in the groove ♪ ♪ And we go 'round and 'round ♪ ♪ And down in a spiral ♪ ♪ I guess I really oughta call and thank you ♪ ♪ I rediscovered Red Headed Stranger ♪ ♪ Got down with old James Brown ♪ ♪ And found New Grass Revival ♪ ♪ If you find your way back, I owe you a beer ♪ ♪ For my record year ♪ ♪ Quarter notes and Hank's half-time ♪ ♪ Are poundin' on this heart of mine ♪ ♪ Song to song, I pass my time ♪ ♪ With these speakers on 10 ♪ ♪ Your good and gone keeps me up all night ♪ ♪ Along with Songs In The Key Of Life ♪ ♪ I'm either gonna get over you ♪ ♪ Or I'm a-gonna blow out my ears ♪ ♪ Yeah, you're out there now ♪ ♪ Doin' God knows how, and I'm stuck here ♪ ♪ ♪ Havin' a record year ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ Havin' a record year ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ Yeah.

(crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ ♪ I remember standin' by the curb with Mr. Murphy ♪ ♪ When Daddy picked me up from school ♪ ♪ His eyes were red ♪ ♪ We drove to the hospital in a hurry ♪ ♪ Where my family gathered 'round my grandpa's bed ♪ ♪ He was my best friend ♪ ♪ He taught me how to fish ♪ ♪ And I cried listenin' to my daddy pray ♪ ♪ For one of those I've loved along the way ♪ ♪ ♪ She had a ribbon in her hair the day I met her ♪ ♪ That whole next year we couldn't get enough ♪ ♪ After graduation she took off for Denver ♪ ♪ And for a while we tried to keep in touch ♪ ♪ She was my best friend ♪ ♪ And it broke my heart ♪ ♪ But I don't regret the day that she became ♪ ♪ One of those I've loved along the way ♪ ♪ And I hope they know ♪ ♪ I never woulda made it this far on my own ♪ ♪ Where would we all be without those ♪ ♪ Fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers ♪ ♪ The friends I've made, the long lost lovers ♪ ♪ I wouldn't be who I am today ♪ ♪ If not for those I've loved along the way ♪ ♪ ♪ Yeah, along the way ♪ ♪ ♪ Now I'm just a country boy with a guitar ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ Lookin' back down this old road ♪ ♪ I've been travelin' on ♪ ♪ It was never about tryin' to be some big star ♪ ♪ No, for me it's always been about these songs ♪ ♪ You see they're my best friends ♪ ♪ They're the life I live ♪ ♪ And I hope they put a smile on the face ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ Of those that I've loved along the way ♪ ♪ 'Cause I wouldn't have the songs I sing today ♪ ♪ If not for those I've loved along the way ♪ (crowd cheering) ♪ Thank you Red Rocks, I love you very much.

(crowd cheering) (crowd cheering) (crowd cheering) ♪ ♪ Hey to the weird kid in your high-top shoes ♪ ♪ Sitting in the back of the class ♪ ♪ I was just like you ♪ ♪ Always left out, never fit in ♪ ♪ Owning that path you're walking in ♪ ♪ Mr. Misunderstood, I understand ♪ ♪ Mr. Misunderstood ♪ ERIC: That's the one I hear.

♪ Na na na na-na, na na na na-na ♪ ♪ Na na na na-na ♪ ♪ (vocalizing) ♪