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Rock on the Road, Part II: The American Bands
Disc 1
01. Promised Land
02. California Girls
03. Train Kept A‐Rollin’
04. Mockingbird
05. Soul Man
06. Heatwave
07. Runaway
Disc 2
01. Bishop Danced
02. Prove It All Night
03. I Can’t Turn You Loose
04. Hey Bartender
05. Anything That’s Rock & Roll
06. Stagefright
Disc 3
01. The Wight
02. What a Fool Believes
03. Refugee
04. Cold as Ice
05. Freebird
Disc 4
01. I Need a Lover
02. Magic Man
03. When Will I Be Loved
04. In the Flesh
05. Hasten Down the Wind
06. In My Own Way
07. Somebody to Love
Disc 5
01. The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
02. Sweet Home Alabama
03. The Devil Went Down to Georgia
04. Moondance
05. Get Together
06. The Load Out
Bishop danced with a thumbscrew woman
Did a double-quick back flip and slid across the floor
The Catholic traffic flowed freely across the river
And fiddlestick fiddled quick out the front door

Oh, baby dumpling, mama's in the back tree
If the bow breaks mama might fall
Little sad and only, baby don't be lonely
Mama knows 'rithmatic, knows how to take a fall
Mama knows 'rithmatic, knows how to take a fall

And the kids are crying "Flapjacks, make 'em fat, early in the morning
Little Jack, grab your hat, hear the breakfast call
Muskrat, bat a cat, kick him in the fireplace"
There's someone in the kitchen blowing "Dinah" on their horn
There's someone in the kitchen blowing "Dinah" like they're born

Well, maverick daddy got one-eyed bride
She glides like a monkey-mule kicking on the back slide
Over hill, over hill, daddy don't you spill now
Papa got a switch stick, he's pumping little Bill
Papa got a switch stick, he's pumping little Bill

And Billy, he's crying "Tomahawk, tomahawk, daddy better duck now"
The Mohawks, the Mohawks, they're still out there in the woods
Monatuk, Ocanuk, runnin' through my dreams now
With fire on their fingertips and Indian screams
With fire on their fingertips and feathers made of moonbeams

Well, early in the morning the cannoneer cried
"I've seen the sailor's warning in the western sky"
Well, mountain man, if you can, cut me down a fir tree
Branches full of candlesticks for baby and me

And my darling cried, she said "Honey, the weathervane
Lately it's been pointing the way to heaven
Scatterbrains, scatterbrains, watch out where you fall
Champagne, champagne, a round for all the old choir boys
They're bustin' off the altar chasing Dinah through the hall
They're bustin' off the altar chasing Dinah through the hall

And like kids are crying "Flapjacks, make 'em fat, early in the morning
Little Jack, grab your hat, hear the breakfast call
Muskrat, bat a cat, kick him in the fireplace"
There's someone in the kitchen blowing "Dinah" on their horn
There's someone in the kitchen blowing "Dinah" like they're born