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Paul's Concert In The (Yarkon) Park

The full set list from the September 25 Yarkon Park concert.

Hello, Goodbye (The Beatles single, Magical Mystery Tour [US version], 1967)

Jet (Wings: Band on the Run, 1973)

Drive My Car (The Beatles: Rubber Soul, 1965)

Only Momma Knows (McCartney: Memory Almost Full, 2007)

All My Loving (The Beatles: With The Beatles, 1963)

Flaming Pie (McCartney: Flaming Pie, 1997)

Let Me Roll It (Wings: Band On The Run, 1973) including a tribute to Jimi Hendrixs' Foxy Lady during the coda

My Love (Wings: Red Rose Speedway, 1973)

Let 'Em In (Wings: Wings At The Speed Of Sound, 1976)

The Long and Winding Road (The Beatles: Let it Be, 1970)

Dance Tonight (McCartney: Memory Almost Full, 2007)

Blackbird (The Beatles: The beatles [The White Album], 1968)

Calico Skies (McCartney: Flaming Pie, 1997)

I'll Follow the Sun (The Beatles: Beatles For Sale, 1964)

Mrs. Vandebilt (Wings: Band On The Run, 1973)

Here, There and Everywhere (The Beatles: Revolver, 1966)

Eleanor Rigby (The Beatles: Revolver, 1966)

Something (The Beatles: Abbey Road, 1969)

A Day in the life (The Beatles: Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, 1970), segueing halfway through into:

Give Peace a Chance (John Lennon and the Plastic Ono Band: Single, 1969)

Band on the Run (Wings: Band On The Run, 1973)

Back in the USSR (The Beatles: The Beatles [The White Album], 1967)

I've Got a Feeling (The Beatles: Let It Be, 1970)

Live and Let Die (Wings single [written for soundtrack of movie by the same name], 1973)

Let It Be (The Beatles: Let It Be, 1970)

Hey Jude (The Beatles: Let It Be, 1970)


First encore:

Lady Madonna (The Beatles: The Beatles [The White Album], 1967)

Get Back (The Beatles: Let It Be, 1970)

I Saw Her Standing There (The Beatles: Please Please Me, 1963)


Second encore:

Yesterday (The Beatles: Help!, 1965)

Sgt. Pepper (reprise) (The Beatles: Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, 1970)

The End (The Beatles: Abbey Road, 1969)

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