Amazing Grace / ’Til the Chicken

[Intro: George Porter Jr. & Tori Amos]
"I forgot my part, but I'm sorry you know. You'll have to forgive me. I'm not used to having all these people around me while I'm playing something as sensitive as the blues."
"Oh, I don't think so."
"Cool. Let's do it one more time."
"Yeah."
"You feel alright?"
"Yeah, I wanna do the..."
"You got one more in your voice?"
"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 the song the angels know, George, they don't know this song."
"The angels'll know this one, yeah."
"No, what do you know?"
"I dunno... 'Drums'? What about you?"
"Gimme 'Drums' on C"
"Okay."

Amazing Grace

[Verse 1: Tori Amos]
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

[Verse 2: Tori Amos]
'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

[Verse 3: Tori Amos]
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining, said as his sun
You say I know that grace, sweet grace has appeared
And now she'll bring me home

'Til the Chicken

[Intro: Tori Amos]
"This is our church now, George. Ayy."

[Verse 1: Tori Amos]
So some say she got
Green enough field
And some say she got
Too many strings
With petticoats on
And goin' hall gown

[Chorus: Tori Amos]
The sweetest nylon
No, not where she's gone
Gonna raise his tail
And wrangle his wings

[Verse 2: Tori Amos]
Some say she got
Plenty of stockings
So some say she got
Some Divas and Kramer
Why all this spare
Then shaking her tail

[Chorus: Tori Amos]
The sweetest nylon
No, not where he's gone
Gonna raise his tail
And wrangle his wing
Until the little chicken come home

[Vocalisations: George Porter Jr.]

[Chorus: Tori Amos]
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

[Outro: George Porter Jr.]
Pass out the chicken, yow