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 Written by Tori Amos and 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