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At Madison Square Garden / America
Disc 1
01. Big River
02. I Still Miss Someone
03. Five Feet High and Rising
04. Pickin’ Time
05. Remember the Alamo
06. Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream
07. Wreck of the Old 97
08. The Long Black Veil
09. The Wall
10. Send a Picture of Mother
11. Folsom Prison Blues
12. Blue Suede Shoes
13. Flowers on the Wall
14. Wildwood Flower
15. Worried Man Blues
16. A Boy Named Sue
17. Cocaine Blues
18. Jesus Was a Carpenter
19. The Ballad of Ira Hayes
20. As Long as the Grass Shall Grow
21. Sing a Travelin’ Song
22. He Turned the Water Into Wine
23. Were You There (When They Crucified My Lord)
24. Daddy Sang Bass
25. Finale Medley: Do What You Do, Do Well / I Walk The Line / Ring Of Fire / Folsom Prison Blues / The Rebel / Folsom Prison Blues
26. Suppertime
Disc 2
01. Opening Dialogue
02. Paul Revere
03. Begin West Movement
04. The Road to Kaintuck
05. To the Shining Mountains
06. The Battle of New Orleans
07. Southwestward
08. Remember the Alamo
09. Opening the West
10. Lorena
11. The Gettysburg Address
12. The West
13. Big Foot
14. Like a Young Colt
15. Mister Garfield
16. A Proud Land
17. The Big Battle
18. On Wheels and Wings
19. Come Take a Trip in My Airship
20. Reaching for the Stars
21. These Are My People
I got cotton in the bottom land
It's up and growin' and I got a good stand
My good wife and them kids of mine
Gonna get new shoes, come Pickin' Time
Get new shoes come Pickin' Time

Ev'ry night when I go to bed
I thank the Lord that my kids are fed
They live on beans eight days and nine
But I get 'em fat come Pickin' Time
Get 'em fat come come Pickin' Time

The corn is yellow and the beans are high
The sun is hot in the summer sky
The work is hard til layin' by
Layin' by til Pickin' Time
Layin' by til Pickin' Time

It's hard to see by the coal-oil light
And I turn it off purty early at night
'Cause a jug of coal-oil costs a dime
But I stay up late come Pickin' Time
Stay up late come Pickin' Time

My old wagon barely gets me to town
I patched the wheels and I watered 'em down
Keep her in shape so she'll be fine
To haul my cotton come Pickin' Time
Haul my cotton come Pickin' Time

Last Sunday mornin' when they passed the hat
It was still nearly empty back where I sat
But the preacher smiled and said that's fine
The Lord'll wait till Pickin' Time
The Lord'll wait till Pickin' Time