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Jenny Singing..♪Seven of us kids in one long bus, Tell me in the day well don't ask us... Hey there, I'm Jenny Anne Mannon I hope you'll join us next on Inland Sessions.

I'm calling in a favor.

Nobody owes me.

I'm hittin' up my old friends.

Asking for money.

I've done some things I'm proud of.

Some things I regret.

If anyones still watching?

You ain't seen nothing yet.

It's hard to be a woman in this town.

The fellas down on Music Row can wear you down in this good old boys club.

So few gentlemen around.

It's hard to be a woman in this town.

If your eyes are too wide, they'll tell you your naive, But then they'll say you're jaded if you don't believe all the promises they make, oh the liberties they take.

It isn't really love and they never really leave.

It's hard to be a woman in this town fellas down on Music Row can wear you down in this good old boys there's so few gentlemen around.

It's hard to be a woman in this town.

An older man might treat you like his protege.

He'll show all the ropes and put you on stage and when the lights are bright.

But the truth comes out at night.

And you thought he would behave just because he's twice your age.

It's hard to be a woman in this town fellas down on music row can wear you down in this good old boys club, so few gentlemen around.

It's hard to be a woman in this town.

Or maybe when you first hit town, you might be.

Your favorite singer out for a night on Broadway Street, he comes to hear you play.

Wonder what he'll say.

Baby girl, just keep smiling and looking pretty.

It's hard to be a woman in this town, fellas down on music row can wear you down in this good ol boys club, so few gentlemen around, it's hard to be a woman in this town.

Yes, it's hard to be a woman in this town.

This is a song that I wrote about, it was inspired by some of the years that my family and I spent traveling around the United States and beyond.

So this is one that I wrote about traveling.

This one's called the road.

♪ Rythm of the road runs in my blood, like the heartbeat of a mother's love.

She rocked me soft and she rocked me long till I couldn't sleep without her song.

I get restless at the dawn of spring.

Here they echo the lullaby she sings.

She calls to me and I have to go.

She's got a hold on me and won't let go.

So I travel light.

Travel fast.

Any where you travel is home at last.

Travel, smooth, travel swift.

Anywhere you go it's home with the one you love best.

♪ All the years we spent ticking off the miles.

I 90, 86 to 5.

From the valleys to the mountain tops.

Chasin' white lines down, ribbon of black top.

Taught me to travel light, travel fast, anywhere you travel, is home at last.

Travel smooth travel swift, anywhere you go it's home with the one you love best.

♪ Out the front door to my journey's end.

My mother comforter my friend.

Like the river she rolled on and on her banks the only home I've known.

So I travel light, travel fast, anywhere you travel, is home at last.

Travel smooth, travel swift, anywhere you go it's home with the one you love best.

♪ This song is a song that I wrote my family when I was growing up, we had a traveling American family band, which is the title of this next song.

And we had a big old 1970, no, 1967 Silver Eagle tour bus.

It actually used to belong to Johnny Paycheck.

I heard at one point, there were nine bunk beds, which was lucky because there were seven kids in my family.

And we would travel all over the place from fairs in Montana to the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville and everywhere in between.

So this is a song that I wrote that was inspired by all those adventures.

This one is the traveling American family band.

♪ We're the travelin' American family band singing songs about Jesus and daddy's hands.

Daddy plays guitar, mama plays bass.

Me and my brother twin fiddle on stage.

Seven of us kids in one long bus would tell me in the day, well, don't ask us.

Got to change the strings.

Got to check the mics got to play the tunes gotta face the night.

Little girl.

On the big river.

When the lights go up.

I deliver second mom, big sister.

I'm a little girl.

I deliver.

deliver second mom, big sister.

I'm a little girl.

I deliver.

No part of America we ain't seen it's a movie flashing past our window screen.

Jackson, Albuquerque, Nashville, too, we're comin' to a stage near you.

Twelve fifty to forty five in five fifteen rollercoasters, cotton candy in between.

From the parking lot to the rodeos, put on our boots, put on the show.

And we pack em in, from floor to rafter, hide behind songs and laughter, in just like the dad, I take after for an autograph, come see me after.

Well, the kids grow up, times get tougher.

Dad and Mom, didn't stay together.

Bring down the family tree.

But the roots grow deeper, got my own kids now singing down by the river.

We're the travellin' American family band singing songs about Jesus Daddy's hand, daddy plays guitar.

Momma, plays bass, me and my brother twin fiddle on stage.

This next song is one that my husband has been daring me to write for about 15 years, and finally, a couple of years ago, I, I figured out how to do it.

And so it is.

Autobiographical.

Sorry, mom.

This one's called Davidson County Jail.

♪ Mama, I'm sorry.

I know it's three AM.

I'm not where I'm supposed to be.

Look at the mess I'm in.

I never thought I'd be the one.

To go off the rails.

I'm calling from the Davidson County Jail.

Guess I had a few too many.

With the band down at the bar.

First the wine and then the whiskey lights on the drive home, then came the flashing light.

Now, this concrete cell I'm calling from the Davidson county jail.

♪ Waiting in line to take our picture, they say, look out, she's gonna cry.

Somebody singing Roger Miller when it's my turn to face the lights.

You say smile for your momma.

That's when my tears fell.

I'm calling from the Davidson County Jail.

Could this be who I am?

It's time to sober up and grow up momma, I swear never again.

Momma I'm sorry, I know it's three AM.

I hate to ask you to come get me in the state I'm in.

They try so hard to do, right, and look how I failed.

I'm calling from Davidson County Jail.

I'm calling from the Davidson County Jail.

I'm calling from the Davison County Jail.

One, two, three.

♪ Every day feels just the same, everything and nothing's changed.

Is there any place where things are better?

You want to throw your windows open wide.

You deserve to go outside, sunshine is as bright as you remember.

Beside the river, you've been alone.

You've been lonely.

There's a vacancy, No one else can fill.

Follow the road.

Follow the melody to the other side of the hill.

Oh.

Oh.

There's a feeling you've been running from the feeling that you don't belong this all time you stay at home and wonder.

You could turn the white noise down, tune it to a softer sound to take a look around and see in color.

What you discover?

You've been alone, you feel lonely.

There's a vacancy.

No one else can fill.

Follow the road, follow the melody to the other side of the hill.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Now, every day could bring a change.

One thing's gonna stay the same.

There will be a place for you, waiting.

It's in the whisper of the pines, the taste of dandilion wine.

It's been a long time since you felt this free.

As you should be.

You've been alone, you've been lonely, but there's a vacancy.

No one one else can fill.

Follow the road, follow the melody to the other side of the hill.

You've been alone.

You've been lonely, there's a vacancy.

No one else can fill follow the road.

Follow the melody to the other side of the hill.

Oh.

Oh.

♪ I know you like I know the streets in my hometown.

How many times rain or shine have I wandered them up and down, even in the dark I know my way around.

I know your voice like the sound, and my own name, line upon line rhymes in inverses change but your song remains the same, even when nobody listens, you sing anyway.

You're a mystery.

Every day a mystery.

We've got history.

But baby you're a mystery.

I know your scars like a tattoo on my skin.

How many times have I locked you out how many have let me in and hand in hand we've been to hell and back again.

I know because you knew me in my worst.

It's true, I didn't always love you best, but I loved you first and half a lifetime later I mean every word.

You're a mystery.

Everyway a mystery.

We've got history.

But baby, you're a mystery.

♪ I know your footsteps as they echo down the hall.

How I lived before I lived with you, I don't much care to recall without you.

I don't make any sense at all.

I know life is more than one breath at a time.

I've seen you every day for 15 years.

You still take me by surprise.

You're that boy, I'm that girl, and we are man and wife.

You're a mystery, everday a mystery.

We've got history.

You're a mystery, everday a mystery.

We've got history.

but baby you're a mystery.

You're a mystery.

Every way a mystery.

We've got history.

But baby you're a mystery.