Tori Amos on piano
George Porter, Jr on bass guitar

[spoken intro]

George Porter, Jr: Um, I forgot my part, but I\’m sorry, you know. Y\’all gonna have to forgive me. I\’m not used to having all these people around while I\’m playing something as sensitive as the blues.

Tori: Oh, I told you so.

George Porter, Jr: Cool, let\’s do it one more time?

Tori: Yeah.

George Porter, Jr: You feel all right?

Tori: Yeah, I do, I wanna do that one…

George Porter, Jr: You got one more in your voice?

Tori: We should do another one first. How\’s your church, did you go to church? If the angels is gonna come in, we should sing a song the angels know, George. They don\’t know this song.

George Porter, Jr: The angels don\’t know this one, yeah.

Tori: No, what do you know?

George Porter, Jr: I don\’t know… I\’m gonna follow you.

Tori: Give me drones on C.

George Porter, Jr: Ok.

Amazing Grace
Written by John Newton

Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost
But now I sure is found
Was blind but now I see

\’Twas grace, mother, that taught
My heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did ever, yes
Your grace, sweet grace appear
The hour I first believed

When we\’ve been there
Ten thousand years
Bright shining, said
as his sun, your son
I know that grace
Sweet grace has appeared
And now she\’ll bring me home

Til the Chicken

with Geroge Porter, Jr

So some say she got
Green enough field
And some say she got
Too many strings
With petticoats on
And goin\’ hall gown

The sweetest nylon
No not where she\’s gone
Gonna raise his tail
And wrangle his wings

Some say she got
Plenty of stockings
So some say she got
Some Divas and Kramer
Why all this spare
Then shaking her tail

The sweetest nylon
No not where he\’s gone
Gonna raise his tail
And wrangle his wing
Until the little chicken come home

[George\'s vocalisations]

The sweetest nylon
No not where he\’s gone
Gonna raise his tail
And wrangle his wings, I said

The sweetest nylon
No not where he\’s gone
I\’m gonna raise his tail
And wrangle his wings
Until the little chicken come home, say
Until the little chicken come home

George: Pass out the chicken, yow