CorpusRecord 24969

Summer Concert Series (August 5th, 2025)

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Source
YouTube / WACA-TV Ashland
Date
2025-08-06
Location
Middlesex County, MA
Material
Transcript
Extent
1,219 words · about 7 min
Collected
2026-06-05

Transcript

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001Thanks for coming out tonight with a Deep River acoustic project. Yeah. Back off a little bit. I wish I was a fisherman tumbling on the sea but far away from dry land and it's been a meories casting out my sweet light of abandoned men love Staring down on me said star sky above a light in my head and you in my arm. I wish I was the break on a hard land femur train. Crashing into the heartland like a canon in the rain with the beating of the sweepers and the burning of the cold. Towns flashes by me on a night full of soul light in my hand and you in my arm. Woohoo. Woohoo! Tomorrow I will be lucid from bonds that hold me fast. Chains hung around me will fall away and live.

002And on that fine and faithful day I will take thee in my hand. I will ride on that train and I'll be the fish man with light in my head and you in my arm. Light in my head and you in my arm. Woohoo! Tomorrow I will be loosed from bonds that hold me fast. The chains hung around me will fall away. And on that fine and faithful day, I will take thee in my hands. I will ride on that train. And I'll be the fish man with light in my hands and you in my arm. Light in my hand. in my head and you in my arm. Woohoo! Nice. Go boys. Thank you. Early in the evening, just about supper time over by the clubhouse is starting to unwind. Four kids on the corner

003trying to bring you up. We had a picture of two now. Closing on the hub down on the corner in the street putting the pump on the bed. Bring a nickel tissy pick got bass solos for a while the rhythm on all this where it goes into a dance on the corner out in the street and the ball is playing And have the feet down on the corner out in the street. Willie and the boys are playing. You don't need a penny just to hang around. But if you've got a gold lay down or on the corner, there's a happy noise. People come from all around to watch the magic. Down on the corner, out in the street, Willie and the P boys are playing, bringing up happy feet. Down on the corner, out in

004the street, Willie and the P boys are playing bringing up happy feet. That's a senator for you everybody. Thank you. You always won. Every time you place the bed, you're still damn good. No one got to you. Every time they were sure they had you come, you were quicker than they thought. You just turn your back and walk. You always said cards will never do you wrong. The trick you said never play the game too long. A gambler share the only risk that you would take, the only loss you could forsake, the only bluff you couldn't fake. And you're still the same. I caught up with you yesterday. >> Moving game to game. No one standing in your way. >> Turning on the charm long enough to get you by. >> And you're still the

005same. You're still a mine. You're still the same. You're still the same. Still the same. You're still the same. There you stand. Everybody watched you play. I just turned and walked away. I had nothing left to say. Cuz you're still the same. Baby, baby, you're still the same. Are you still the same? Baby, baby, still the same. A moving game begin. Baby, baby, still the same. Some things never change. Baby, baby, you're still the same. Are you still the same? Baby, baby still. >> Thank you. This one's going to feature Jay Tulio on Mandolin for you. Heading down south to the land of the pines. Thumbing my way in North Carolina. Staring up the road. Pray to God I see it lights down the coast. 17 hours picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers. I'm

006hoping for I can see my baby tonight. Oh, rock me mama like a wagon wheel. Rock me mama anyway you feel. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. M rock me. Oh. Rock me mama like the wind and the rain. Rock me mama like a southbound train. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. My rock beat. Running from the cold up in New England. I was born to be a drummer in an old time string band. Baby plays a guitar. I pick a B now. Oh, North Country is keeping getting me down. Lost my money playing poker. Had to leave town. But I ain't looking back to living that old life no more. So rock me mama like a wagon wheel. Rock me mama anyway you feel. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Mama, rock me. Oh. Rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain.

007Rock me, mama, like a southbound train. Yeah. Yeah. Rock me. Walking to the south out a road. No car had a trucker had a nice long toque. He's a heading west. Come boys Johnson City, Tennessee. I got to get a move on before the sun. My baby calling money man. I know that she's the only one. If I die in Raleigh, least I will die free. So rock me mama like a wagon wheel. Rock me mama anyway you feel m rock me rock me mama like the wind and the rain. Rock me mama like a southbound train. Yeah. Rock me. Oh, rock me, mama. Like a wagon wheel. Rock me, mama. Anyway, yeah. Yeah, mama. Rock me. Oh, rock me, mama, like the wind and rain. Rock me, mama, like a southbound train. Yeah. Rock

008me. M rock me. Oh m rock me. Oh, thank you very much. I seen my share of broken halo folded wings and you still fly. They all gone. Where will they go? Broken halos that used to shine. Angels come down from heaven just to help us on our way. Come to teach us. When they leave us and they find some other soul to save. I seen my share of broken halos falling away that used to fly. They've all gone where they go. Broken halos that used to shine. >> Broken halos that used to shine. Don't go looking for the reasons. Don't go asking Jesus why. We're not meant to know the answers. They belong to the by and by. They belong to the by and by seen my sher broken halo folded away and it

009used to fly. They've all gone wherever they go. Broken halos that used to shine. Broken halos that used to shine. Thank you. >> Chris Stapleton song for you. They say love is more precious than gold. Can't be bought. No, can't be sold. I got love enough to spare. That makes me a millionaire. I got a woman with eyes that shine down deep as a diamond mine. She's my treasure of every rare. She's made me A million days when we ride around ride around around this old town in the beat up car with the windows down. People look at her and they look at me. Say that boy sure living in luxury sweet luxury because love is more precious than gold. It can't be bought. Never could be sold. I got love, love to share. That

010makes me a millionaire. When the kisses fall from everywhere, life reaches on million. When the pockets are empty and the cup is bare, I still feel like a million because love is more precious than gold. It can't be bonded and it can't be so. I got love enough to share. That makes me a millionaire. That makes me a millionaire. That makes me a millionaire. Thank you very much. That's >> do another Zack Bryan tune for y'all. You took a train to the south side of Boston. You showed me where your old man stayed. Took 28 years of blood I was lost in. Feel loved on my own birthday. And I always felt like I was in between something like home and somewhere far away. But tonight in the west side in a bar out in

011Brooklyn, saw tears outline your face. How lucky are we? It's been a hell of a week. You're all grown now. >> There sparks out of your bloody teeth. You're home somehow. And I'll be upstairs with the guitar I was given when I was just barely 14. When did McGlin cheese get so crowded? by the crowd so damn green. I lost my mind on the streets of the city. Maybe I lost all hope, too. 28 years blood pumping through me to get to this evening with you. How lucky are we a hell of a week? We're all grown now. >> There spots out of a bar down the street. We're home somehow. How lucky are we? It's been a hell of a week. We're all grown now. >> There's smoke seeping out of the bar down

012the street. We're home somehow. How lucky are we? It's been a hell of a week. We're all grown now. There's smoke seeping out of a bar down the street. We're home somehow. You took a train to the south side of Boston. Showed me where your whole heart stay. Took 28 years of blood pumping through me. Feel loved on my own birthday. Thank you, Zach Bryan.

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