Original subtitles

In the morning

when I wake up and listen to the sound

Of the birds outside on the roof

I try to ignore what the paper says

And I try not to read all the news

And I'll hold you if you had a bad dream

And I hope it never comes true

'Cause you and I been through so many things together

And the sun starts climbing the roof

It's a dream

Only a dream

And it's fading now

Fading away

Only a dream

Just a memory

without anywhere

You come here to make a record, and you got great musicians...

you know, and I always gather my own friends around...

that I pick, you know, to play.

I don't really go for the studio musician guys that much.

You know, I don't come in and say, "Get me this," and "Get me that."

But I have my own band.

And I like to play on the road with the same band I use in the studio.

I've been working with Neil for 35... Since '70.

And we cut Harvest here in Nashville. He was doing The Johnny Cash Show...

and he showed up at that studio, Quadrafonic...

down on Grand Avenue, I think.

And he wanted to do some music...

that he'd written recently, and this was in the '70s.

And he stopped...

One of the engineers stopped a bass player...

who was walking down the street...

and said, "You wanna come in and do some music with Neil Young?"

And he said, "Sure." So he came in.

It was Tim Drummond, was the bass player's name.

And they asked him if Neil wanted a steel guitar player...

and I lived about two blocks down the street.

And so he called me up, and I came down...

and they were already recording at the time...

and I set up my steel and kind of snuck in there...

and started playing.

And we did five songs before we ever stopped and introduced ourselves.

My family used to drive up from Birmingham, Alabama area.

And we would go...

Try to make it up at least once a month...

but a lot of times we made it up twice a month...

to come to the Ryman to see the Grand Ole Opry...

and have "breakfast with the stars" as they said down on Broadway back then.

It was a little radio show that...

the people that was gonna go to the Ryman that night...

could go down and eat breakfast with all the people...

that were sober enough the next morning...

to have breakfast.

I've performed at the Ryman one time...

with my songwriting friend Dan Penn.

And we were invited to play with...

They called it the Legendary Songwriter's Series or something...

and that was a lot of fun, you know.

And that place has great acoustics, I think.

You know, it's just...

You can crank it out without trying too hard.

A lot of, you know, the volume carries real well there, seem like.

The Ryman Auditorium, there's such a vibe in there.

There's this sound in there that is unlike any other place.

And that's really nice because some places...

you come, and they sound like a big tin can.

And there is something about it.

Obviously, there's a lot of stories in this building.

And I'm sure glad they didn't tear it down.

They were apparently gonna tear it down.

But now they're building a high rise...

on the side where those beautiful stained glass windows are.

It's gonna block out the light.

And I don't know how anybody could...

That should be illegal.

You know, like, the artistic police or the aesthetic police should...

if there was such a thing, should come and arrest them.

On this last project, I mean, he made a statement to me...

and I didn't believe it.

He said, "It's been two years since I've wrote something, right?"

And when he got to the hotel around his old buddies again...

you couldn't get him from writing.

You couldn't stop him from writing, you know.

That's just how it comes.

- I had no idea that there was. - But there was a little, to be honest...

there was a little bit of, kind of...

We just picked up on a little bit of, like...

something's going on. We don't know what's going on, exactly.

When he made this record, it was right after he found out he had the aneurysm.

And I think of it as like, his life flashing before his eyes.

And just remembering all these things, and wanting to say these things.

'Cause, you know, you don't...

We didn't really know what was gonna happen.

He said, "I got this brain aneurysm."

And, I mean, the world stopped. To me, it was just like, "You what?"

And he said, "Yeah. I've got this brain aneurysm...

"and I'm gonna go to New York next Tuesday...

"and they're gonna... You know, they're gonna do this thing."

He goes, "And it's really wild, what they're gonna do."

I said, "Well, what are they gonna do?"

He said, "Well, they're gonna go in there...

"and they're gonna put these little bitty springs in there...

"and they're biodegradable. And what that does is, that makes...

"the body produce the scar tissue, which then negates the aneurysm."

I'm sitting there going, "What?" You know.

And, "Why are you sitting here right now?

"How is that?" You know.

"How can it be that you're going there next Tuesday...

"and we're sitting here recording?"

I'm just going, "What's..."

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Prairie wind blowing through my head

We don't use a tenor saxophone, we use two baritone parts instead...

so that the part of the tenor has a lot of bite to it.

Trying to remember what Daddy said

B45. Heart of Gold, written and recorded. Old Man...

Check. One, two.

You wanna come out?

Check. One, two. Check. One, two.

Check. One, two. Check. One, two.

All right. Just keep this with you all night.

Every time you come outside you need it to get back in. Thanks.

I just wanna play well and I wanna...

you know, share the stage with my friends...

give the best I can.

We're gonna get in there and let the muse have us.

Take a shot.

Send it out.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Ryman.

And the world premiere of Neil Young's Prairie Wind.

The painter stood

Before her work

She looked around everywhere

She saw the pictures and she painted them

Picking colors from the air

Green to green

Red to red

Yellow to yellow In the light

Black to black When the evening comes

Blue to blue Through the night

It's a long road

Behind me

It's a long road

Ahead

If you follow every dream

You might get lost

If you follow every dream

You might

Get

Lost

She toed the line

She held her end up

She did the work of two men

But in the end She fell down

Before she got up again

I have my friends eternally

We leave our tracks in the sound

Some of them are with me now

Some of them can't be found

It's a long road

Behind me

And I miss you now

If you follow every dream

You might get lost

If you follow every dream

You might

Get

Lost

Green to green

Red to red

Yellow to yellow In the light

Black to black When the evening comes

Blue to blue Through the night

See the bluebird fly

easy as a dream

Dipping and bobbing in the sun

Could she be the one

I saw so long ago

Could she be the one to take me home

This pasture is green

I'm walking in the sun

It's turning brown I'm standing in the rain

My overcoat is worn

The pockets are all torn

I'm moving away from the pain

Tick-tock

The clock on the wall

No wonder we're losing time

Ring, ring

The old church bell

The bride and her love

Seeking guidance from above

Amber waves of grain bow in the prairie wind

I'm hearing Willie singing on the radio again

That song from 9/11 keeps ringing in my head

I'll always remember something Chris Rock said

Don't send no more candles

No matter what you do

Then Willie stopped singing

And the prairie wind blew

The green kept rolling on For miles and miles

Fields of fuel rolling on for miles

Tick-tock

The clock on the wall

No wonder we're losing time

Toll, toll

The fallen soldier bell

The old church on the hill

Still standing when so many fell

Back when I was young the birds blocked out the sun

Before the great migration south

We only shot a few They last the winter through

Mother cooked them good and served them up

Somewhere a senator sits in a leather chair

Behind a big wooden desk

The caribou we kill mean nothing to him

He took his money just like all the rest

Tick-tock

The clock on the wall

No wonder we're losing time

Ring, ring

Ring the wedding bells

The bride takes the ring

And the happy people sing

I just want to thank you

For all of the things you've done

I've been thinking about you

I just want to send my love

I send my best to you

That's my message of love

For all the things you did I never thank you enough

Feel like I'm falling

Falling off the face of the Earth

Falling off the face of the Earth

Falling off the face of the Earth

Falling off the face of the Earth

I just want to tell you

You sure mean a lot to me

It may sound simple

But you are the world to me

It's such a precious thing

The time we shared together

I must apologize

For the troubled times

Feel like I'm falling

Falling off the face of the Earth

Falling off the face of the Earth

Falling off the face of the Earth

Falling off the face of the Earth

Feel like I'm falling

Falling off the face of the Earth

Falling off the face of the Earth

Falling off the face of the Earth

Falling off the face of the Earth

Falling off the face of the Earth

Feel like I'm falling

Falling off the face of the Earth

This is a song here...

When I first started playing guitar...

I was a chicken farmer at the time...

I was about seven or eight years old or something and...

Maybe a little older than that.

But my daddy brought me an Arthur Godfrey ukulele...

a little plastic one.

And, now, I didn't know what to do with it or anything...

but he said, "You might need this."

And then he sang me a song...

which I never heard him sing before, or anything.

And then he got this funny grin on his face and he was looking at me.

And I was watching him.

Then I had to go feed the chickens.

One, two, three...

When I was a growing boy

Rocking on my daddy's knee

Daddy took an old guitar and sang

Bury me on the Ione prairie

Uncle Bob sat at the piano

My girl cousins sang harmony

Those were the good old family times

That left a big mark on me

That left a big mark on me

Bury me out on the prairie

Where the buffalo used to roam

Where the Canada geese once filled the sky

And then I won't be far from home

Yeah, bury me out on the prairie

Where the buffalo used to roam

You won't have to shed a tear for me

'Cause then I won't be far from home

Out on the Trans-Canada Highway

I was talking to a firefly

Trying to make my way to Nashville, Tennessee

When another car passed me by

Some day I'm gonna make big money

And buy myself a big old car

Make my way on down to the Promised Land

And then I'm gonna really go far

Bury me out on the prairie

Where the buffalo used to roam

Where the Canada geese once filled the sky

And then I won't be far from home

Just bury me out on the prairie

Where the buffalo used to roam

You won't have to shed a tear for me

'Cause then I won't be far from home

You know, to look around Nashville today...

there's a lot more cars, there's a lot more new buildings.

I often wonder what Hank Williams would have thought...

if he stepped out of that stage door...

on his way to Tootsie's, and looked up...

and saw the Gaylord Entertainment Center sitting there.

So things have changed, I think. But the spirit's still here...

and that's a beautiful thing.

In the morning

when I wake up and listen to the sound

Of the birds outside on the roof

I try to ignore what the paper says

And I try not to read all the news

And I'll hold you if you had a bad dream

And I hope that it never comes true

'Cause you and I been through so many things together

And the sun starts climbing the roof

It's a dream

It's only a dream

Just a memory

Fading away

It's only a dream

Just a memory

without anywhere

to stay

Red River still flows through my hometown

Rollin' and tumblin' on its way

Swirling around the old bridge pylons

Where a boy fishes the morning away

A bicycle leans on an oak tree

While the cars rumble over his head

An airplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky

And the young birds call out to be fed

It's a dream

It's only a dream

And it's fading now

Fading away

It's only a dream

Just a memory

without anywhere

to stay

An old man walks along on the sidewalk

With sunglasses and an old Stetson hat

The four winds blow the back of his overcoat away

As he stops with a policeman to chat

And a train rolls out of the station

That was really something in its day

Picking up speed

on the straight prairie rails

As it carries its passengers away

It's gone

It's only a dream

And it's fading now

Fading away

It's only a dream

Just a memory

without anywhere

to stay

It's a dream

It's only a dream

And it's fading now

Fading away

It's only a dream

Just a memory

without anywhere

to stay

It's a dream

It's only a dream

And it's fading now

Fading away

Thank you, Nashville.

Well, it sure is great to be here tonight with all of you.

You know, getting to be about that time, some of us are...

starting to lose our parents and stuff.

My daddy passed away a couple of months ago...

and in the last part of his life, he had dementia.

And that's...

I know some of you know what that's like...

and it's something else to see your loved ones living in the moment.

But...

when he passed, we had a nice service for him...

and my little cousin, or niece...

she was about this high, and she came up to me, said, you know:

"Daddy was okay. He knew what was going on.

"Once a police car pulled up behind him...

"right behind him, there was this police car...

"and he said, 'Cop.'

"So I know he was okay."

Trying to remember what my daddy said

Before too much time took away his head

He said we're gonna go back and I'll show you what I'm talking about

Back to Cypress River back to the old farmhouse

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Trying to remember what Daddy said

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Well, I tried to tell the people but they never heard a word I said

They say there's nothing out there but wheat fields anyway

Just a farmer's wife hanging laundry in her back yard

Out on the prairie where the wind blows long and hard

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Trying to remember what Daddy said

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Late at night lights dancing in the northern sky

Just the Indian spirits trying to show me how to fly

You can see into the future but it may be a mirage

Like a new car sitting there in your old garage

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Well, there's a place on the prairie where evil and goodness play

Daddy told me all about it but I don't remember what he said

Well, it may be afternoon

and it may be the dead of night

But you'll know when you see it 'cause it sure is a hell of a sight

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Trying to remember what my daddy said

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Before too much time took away his head

Prairie wind blowing through my head

So we're gonna go back and I'll show you what I'm talking about

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Going back to Cypress River back to the old farmhouse

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Prairie wind blowing through my head

Thank you.

You know, I got a beautiful young girl.

She's just turned 21.

She's going back for her last year of college pretty soon.

She'd probably be embarrassed if I said anything more about her.

You know how that is? Can't say much.

Anyway, there was a time I used to write these kind of songs...

for girls my own age.

- You still got a few good years. - Yeah. I got a few left in me.

So this is what you might call kind of an empty-nester song.

It's a new genre...

and they might even have a new kind of radio station for them.

When your summer days come tumbling down

And you find yourself alone

You can come back

and be with me

Just close your eyes and I'll be there

Listen to the sound

Of this old heart

beating for you

Yes, I miss you

But I never want to hold you down

You might say

I'm here for you

When the winter comes to your new home

And snowflakes are falling down

You can come back

and be with me

Just close your eyes and I'll be there

Listen to the sound

Of this old heart

beating for you

Yes, I miss you

But I never want to hold you down

You might say

I'm here for you

In the spring protective arms surrounded you

In the fall, we let you go your way

Happiness I know will always find you

And when it does, I hope that it will stay

Yes, I miss you

But I never want to hold you down

You might say

I'm here for you

Yes, I miss you

But I never want to hold you down

You might say

I'm here for you

I'll always be

here for you

Thank you.

You know...

one of my favorite guitars in the world is Willie Nelson's guitar...

and the way it looks.

And this guitar here...

my friend Grant, Grant Boatwright...

found this guitar for me about 30 years ago...

and I bought it from Tuck Taylor.

And this is Hank's old guitar.

It was here in 1951, I think, and that was Hank's last show here.

Maybe, I think it was...

Maybe he got back. He got fired, I know that.

But maybe he came back one more time, I'm not sure but...

don't think so. So I'm glad to see it back here...

and I'm glad...

Anyway, here's a tune for you.

This old guitar ain't mine to keep

I'm taking care of it now

It's been around for years and years

Just waiting in its old case

It's been up and down the country roads

It brought a tear and a smile

It's had its share of dreams and hopes

It never went out of style

The more I play it, the better it sounds

It cries when I leave it alone

Silently it waits for me

Or someone else I suppose

This old guitar

This old guitar

This old guitar

This old guitar has caught some breaks

But it never searched for gold

It can't be blamed for my mistakes

It only does what it's told

It's been a messenger in times of trouble

In times of hope and fear

When I get drunk and seeing double

It jumps behind the wheel and steers

This old guitar ain't mine to keep

It's mine to play for a while

This old guitar ain't mine to keep

It's only mine for a while

This old guitar

This old guitar

This old guitar

This old guitar

This old guitar

Was he thinkin' about my country

Or the color of my skin?

Was he thinkin' about my religion

And the way I worshipped him?

Did he create just me in his image

Or every living thing?

When God made me

When God made me

Was he planning only for believers

Or for those who just have faith?

Did he envision all the wars

That were fought in his name?

Did he think there was only one way

To be close to him?

When God made me

When God made me

Did he give us the gift of love

To say who we could choose?

When God made me

When God made me

When God made me

When God made me

Did he give me the gift of voice

So some could silence me?

Did he give me the gift of vision

Not knowing what I might see?

Did he give us the gift of compassion

To help our fellow man?

When God made me

When God made me

When God made me

When God made me

I am a child

I'll last a while

You can't conceive

of the pleasure in my smile

You hold my hand

rough up my hair

It's lots of fun to have you there

I gave to you now you give to me

I'd like to know what you've learned

The sky is blue and so is the sea

What is the color

when black is burned?

What is the color?

You are a man

you understand

You pick me up

then you lay me down again

You make the rules

you say what's fair

It's lots of fun to have you there

I gave to you now you give to me

I'd like to know what you've learned

The sky is blue and so is the sea

What is the color

when black is burned?

What is the color?

Come a little bit closer

Hear what I have to say

Just like children sleeping

We could dream this night away

But there's a full moon rising

Let's go dancing in the light

We know where the music's playing

Let's go out and feel the night

Because I'm still in love with you

I want to see you dance again

Because I'm still in love with you

On this harvest moon

When we were strangers

I watched you from afar

When we were lovers

I loved you with all my heart

But now it's gettin' late

And the moon is climbin' high

I want to celebrate

See it shinin' in your eye

Because I'm still in love with you

I want to see you dance again

Because I'm still in love with you

On this harvest moon

Because I'm still in love with you

I want to see you dance again

Because I'm still in love with you

On this harvest moon

Harvest moon

I want to live

I want to give

I've been a miner for a heart of gold

It's these expressions I never give

That keep me searching for a heart of gold

And I'm getting old

Keep me searching for a heart of gold

And I'm getting old

I've been to Hollywood

I went to Redwood

I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold

I've been in my mind

it's such a fine line

Keeps me searching for a heart of gold

And I'm getting old

Keep me searching for a heart of gold

And I'm getting old

Keep me searching for a heart of gold

Keep me searching and I'm growing old

Keep me searching for a heart of gold

I've been a miner for a heart of gold

Thank you.

About that time when I wrote that song and I was touring...

I had also...

just, you know, being a rich hippie for the first time...

had purchased a ranch.

And...

I still live there today.

And there was a couple living on it...

that were the caretakers and...

Old gentleman named Louis Avela...

and his wife, Clara.

And there was this old blue jeep there.

And Louis took me for a...

took me for a ride...

in this blue jeep.

And he gets me up there on the top side of the place...

and there's this lake up there that fed all the pastures...

and he says, "Well, tell me, how does a young man like yourself...

"have enough money to buy a place like this?"

And I said, "Well, I'm just lucky, Louis. Just real lucky."

He said, "Well, that's the darnedest thing I ever heard."

And then I wrote this song for him.

Old man, look at my life

I'm a lot like you were

Old man, look at my life

I'm a lot like you were

Old man, look at my life

Twenty-four and there's so much more

Live alone in a paradise

That makes me think of two

Love lost, such a cost

Give me things that don't get lost

Like a coin that won't get tossed

Rolling home to you

Old man, take a look at my life

I'm a lot like you

I need someone to love me

the whole day through

Ah, one look in my eyes

and you can tell that's true

Lullabies, look in your eyes

Run around in the same old town

Doesn't mean that much to me

To mean that much to you

I've been first and last

Look at how the time goes past

But I'm all alone at last

Rolling home to you

Old man, take a look at my life

I'm a lot like you

I need someone to love me

the whole day through

Ah, one look in my eyes

and you can tell that's true

Old man, look at my life

I'm a lot like you were

Old man, look at my life

I'm a lot like you were

I caught you knockin' at my cellar door

I love you, baby can I have some more

Oh, the damage done

I hit the city and I lost my band

I watched the needle take another man

Gone, gone, the damage done

I sing the song because I love the man

I know that some of you don't understand

Milk-blood

to keep from running out

I've seen the needle and the damage done

A little part of it in everyone

But every junkie's like a settin' sun

King went a-runnin' after deer

Wasn't scared of jumpin' off the truck in high gear

King went a-sniffin' and he would go

Was the best old hound dog I ever did know

I had a dog and his name was King

I told the dog about everything

There in my truck, the dog and I

Then one day the King up and died

Then I thought about the times we had

Once when I kicked him when he was bad

Old King sure meant a lot to me

But that hound dog is history

King went a-howlin' after deer

Wasn't scared of jumpin' off the truck in high gear

King went a-sniffin' and he would go

Was the best old hound dog I ever did know

That old King was a friend of mine

Never knew a dog that was half as fine

I may find one, you never do know

'Cause I still got a long way to go

I had a dog and his name was King

I told the dog about everything

Old King sure meant a lot to me

But that hound dog is history

King went a-howlin' after deer

Wasn't scared of jumpin' off the truck in high gear

King went a-sniffin' and he would go

Was the best old hound dog I ever did know

Is there a guitar player in the house?

This song here, I recorded here in Nashville...

and Nicolette Larson sang this song with me.

I'd really like to do this one for her.

Comes a time

when you're driftin'

Comes a time when you settle down

Comes a light

feelin's lifting

Lift that baby right up off the ground

Oh, this old world

keeps spinning round

It's a wonder tall trees

ain't layin' down

There comes a time

You and I

we were captured

We took our souls and we flew away

We were right we were giving

That's how we kept what we gave away

Oh, this old world

keeps spinnin' round

It's a wonder tall trees

ain't layin' down

There comes a time

Oh, this old world

keeps spinnin' round

It's a wonder tall trees

ain't laying down

There comes a time

Comes a time

Comes a time

Comes a time

Comes a time

Comes a time

Comes a time

Thank you.

This song here was written by Ian Tyson.

He's a Canadian.

He's living out in Calgary, on his ranch, right now...

But when I was just a kid, 16 years or 17 years old...

I went to this place near Winnipeg where I grew up...

and it's called Falcon Lake.

And it's just one of those first times...

when you really got away from home and were on your own.

I was just kind of feeling it for the first time.

And there was this little...

kind of a restaurant place with a jukebox in it that was there...

and I used to go there.

And I think I spent all my money...

playing this next song over and over again.

It was the most beautiful record that I've ever heard in my life...

and I just could not get enough of it.

And so, I don't have the record with me here...

but I'm gonna sing it with my friends, and we'll see what we can do.

Think I'll go out to Alberta

Weather's good there in the fall

I got some friends that I could go

to working for

Still I wish you'd change your mind

If I ask you one more time

But we've been through that a hundred times or more

Four strong winds that blow lonely

Seven seas that run high

All those things that don't change

Come what may

If the good times are all gone

Then I'm bound for moving on

I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

If I get there before the snow flies

And if things are looking good

You could meet me

if I send you down the fare

But by then it would be winter

Not too much for you to do

And those winds sure can blow cold

way out there

Four strong winds that blow lonely

Seven seas that run high

All those things that don't change

Come what may

If the good times are all gone

Then I'm bound for moving on

I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

Still I wish you'd change your mind

If I ask you one more time

But we've been through that a hundred times or more

Four strong winds that blow lonely

Seven seas that run high

All those things that don't change

Come what may

If the good times are all gone

Then I'm bound for moving on

I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

One of these days

I'm gonna sit down and write a long letter

To all the good friends I've known

And I'm gonna try

To thank them all for the good times together

Though so apart we've grown

One of these days

I'm gonna sit down and write a long letter

To all the good friends I've known

One of these days

One of these days

One of these days

- And it won't be long - Won't be long

- Won't be long - Won't be long

And I'm gonna thank

That old country fiddler

And all those rough boys

Who played that rock 'n' roll

Well, I never tried

to burn any bridges

But I know I let

some good things go

One of these days

I'm gonna sit down and write a long letter

To all the good friends I've known

One of these days

One of these days

One of these days

- And it won't be long - Won't be long

- Won't be long - Won't be long

From down in LA

All the way to Nashville

From New York City

To my Canadian prairie home

My friends are scattered

Like leaves from an old maple

Some are weak

some are strong

One of these days

I'm gonna sit down and write a long letter

To all the good friends I've known

One of these days

One of these days

One of these days

- And it won't be long - Won't be long

- Won't be long - Won't be long

One of these days

One of these days

One of these days

- And it won't be long - Won't be long

- Won't be long - Won't be long

One of these days

One of these days

One of these days

- And it won't be long - Won't be long

- Won't be long - Won't be long

Don't call pretty Peggy

she can't hear you no more

Don't leave no message

'round her back door

They say the old laughing lady

been here before

She don't keep time

She don't count score

Well, you can't have a cupboard

if there ain't no wall

You got to move

there's no time for you to stall

They say the old laughing lady

dropped by to call

When she leaves

she leaves nothing at all

See the drunkard of the village

falling on the street

Can't tell his ankle

from the rest of his feet

He loves his old laughing lady

'cause her taste is so sweet

But the laughing lady's loving

ain't the kind he can keep

There's a fever on the freeway

blacks out the night

There's a slipping on the stairway

just don't feel right

And there's a rumbling in the bedroom

a flashing of light

There's the old laughing lady

everything is all right

It's the old laughing lady

everything is all right

There's the old laughing lady