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Watch that line.

- Po Lazarus
- Po Lazarus !

Po Lazarus...

Well, the high sheriff,
he told the deputy

Won't you go out
and bring me Lazarus ?

Well, the high sheriff,
he told the deputy

Won't you go out
and bring me Lazarus ?

Oh, bring him dead or alive

O Lord

Bring him dead or alive

Well, the deputy,
he told the high sheriff

Well, I ain't gonna mess
with Lazarus

Well, the deputy,
he told the high sheriff

Said I ain't gonna mess
with Lazarus...

- Pick up that hammer, boy.
- Yes, sir, boss.

Well, he's a dangerous man

O Lord, he's a dangerous man...

Go on, hit it ! Go !

One evening as the sun went down

And the jungle fire was burning

Down the track came a hobo hikin'

And he said, boys, I'm not turning

I'm headed for a land
that's far away

Beside the crystal fountains

So come with me, we'll go and see
the big rock candy mountains

In the big rock candy mountains

There's a land
that's fair and bright

Where the handouts grow on bushes

And you sleep out every night

Where the boxcars all are empty

And the sun shines every day

On the birds and the bees
and the cigarette trees

The lemonade springs
where the bluebird sings

In the big rock candy mountains

In the big rock candy mountains

All the cops have wooden legs

And the bulldogs
all have rubber teeth

And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs

The farmers' trees
are full of fruit

And the barns are full of hay

Oh, I'm bound to go
where there ain't no snow

Where the rain don't fall,
the wind don't blow

In the big rock candy mountains

In the big rock candy mountains

You never change your socks

And the little streams of alcohol

Come a-trickling down the rocks

The brakemen have to tip their hats

And the railroad bulls are blind

There's a lake of stew
and of whiskey, too

You can paddle all around 'em
in a big canoe

In the big rock
candy mountains...

The jails are made of tin

And you can walk right out again

As soon as you are in

There ain't no
short-handle shovels

No axes, saws or picks

I'm a-goin' to stay
where you sleep all day

Where they hung the jerk
that invented work

In the big rock candy mountains

I'll see you all this comin' fall

In the big rock candy mountains

Say,

any of you boys smithies ?

Or if not smithies,
trained in the metallurgic arts,

before circumstances forced you
into a life of wanderin' ?

Jesus ! Can't I count on you people ?

Sorry, Everett.

Well, all right.
If we take off through that bayou...

Wait a minute !

Who elected you leader
of this outfit ?

I figured it should be the one with
the capacity for abstract thought,

but if that ain't the consensus,
then hell, let's vote.

Suits me !
I'm votin' for yours truly.

Well, I'm votin'
for yours truly, too.

OK. I'm with you fellas.

Mind if we join you, old-timer ?

Join me, m'son. Join me.

You work
for the railroad, grandpa ?

I work for no man.

- Got a name, do you ?
- I have no name.

That may be why you had difficulty
finding gainful employment.

Y'see, in the mart
of competitive commerce...

You seek a great fortune,

you three who are now in chains.

You will find a fortune,

though it will not be
the fortune you seek.

But first...

first you must travel
a long and difficult road,

a road fraught with peril, mm-hmm.

You shall see things...

wonderful to tell.

You shall see a... a cow...

on the roof of a cotton house, ha.

And, oh, so many startlements.

I cannot tell you how long
this road shall be,

but fear not the obstacles
in your path,

for fate has...

vouchsafed your reward.

Though the road may wind,

yea, your hearts grow weary,

still shall ye follow them,

even unto your salvation.

No, the treasure's
still there, believe me.

But how'd he know about it ?

I don't know, Delmar. The blind
reputedly possess sensitivities

compensating for lack of sight,

to the point of developing
psychic powers.

Clearly, seeing the future
falls into that category.

It's not so surprising, then,
that one lacking earthly vision...

He said we wouldn't get
the treasure we seek,

on account of our obstacles.

What the hell
does an ignorant old man know ?

Jesus, Pete. I told you
I buried it myself.

If your cousin still has this farm

and shoein' impedimenta
to restore liberty of movement...

Hold it right there !

You men from the bank ?

You Wash's boy ?

Yes, sir. Daddy told me to shoot
who's ever from the bank.

We ain't from the bank, young fella.

Yes, sir. I'm supposed to shoot folks
servin' papers.

- We ain't got no papers, neither.
- I nicked the census man.

Now, there's a good boy.

Is... is your daddy about ?

Hello, Pete.

Who are your friends ?

Pleased to make
your acquaintance, Mr Hogwallop.

- My name's Ulysses Everett McGill...
- I'm Delmar O'Donnel.

How you been, Wash ?

Been what, 12, 13 years ?

Yeah...

I expect you want
them chains knocked off.

They foreclosed
on cousin Bishop.

He hanged hisself a year come May.

And Uncle Radcliffe ?

The anthrax
took most of his cows.

The rest don't milk.

He lost a boy to mumps.

Where's Cora, Cousin Wash ?

Couldn't say.

Mrs Hogwallop up and R-U-N-N-O-F-T.

She must have been
lookin' for answers.

Possibly. Good riddance,
as far as I'm concerned.

I do miss
her cooking, though.

- This stew's awful good.
- Think so ?

I slaughtered this horse
last Tuesday.

I'm afraid
she's startin' to turn.

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are grey

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take
my sunshine away

That winds up the Pass The
Biscuits Pappy O'Daniel Flour Hour.

This is Pappy O'Daniel

hopin' you been enjoyin'
that old-timey music.

And remember,

when you're fixing to
bake a mess of biscuits,

use cool, clear water

and good, pure,
Pappy O'Daniel flour.

Well, guess I'll be turnin' in.
Say, uh, cousin Wash,

I suppose it'd be
the acme of foolishness

to ask if you had a hair net.

We got a bunch in yon bureau.

Mrs Hogwallop's, matter of fact.

Help yourself.
I won't be needing 'em.

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are grey...

All right, boys !

How's my hair ?

It's the authorities !
We got you surrounded.

Damn, we're in a tight spot.

Just come on out
and grab at air !

And don't try nothin' fancy.

Your situation
is pretty nigh hopeless.

- Damn ! We're in a tight spot !
- What in the Sam Hill... ?

Pete's cousin turned us in.

What the hell you sayin' ?!

Wash is kin !

Sorry, Pete !

I know we're kin,
but they got this depression on.

I got to do for me and mine.

I'm gonna kill you,
Judas Iscariot Hogwallop !

You miserable,
horse-eatin' son of a...

Damn ! We're in a tight spot !

Damn his eyes !

Pa always said,
"Never trust a Hogwallop".

Come and get us, coppers !

You leave us no choice
but to smoke you out.

We're in a tight spot.

Light her up !

Hold up !
Ain't you ever heard of negotiatin' ?

We could talk this thing out.
I hate fire !

You lousy, yella-bellied...
Pete, we need one voice.

Careful with that fire !

Light the loft, son.

Aah ! I hate fire !

Gapped-toothed, carpetbaggin',
motherless spawn of hell !

Step back. Damn it. Look out.

Holy Saint Christopher !

Get away from that,
she's liquid fire !

Take cover, boys ! It ain't popcorn !

Scatter, boys !

God damn it !

Get in, boys !

I'm gonna R-U-N-N-O-F-T !

Come on, boys, come on ! Come on !

What are you doing here ? You ought
to be in bed, clump snatcher.

You ain't the boss of me !

You candy-butted,
car-thievin' sos-and-sos !

I curse your name !

Go back home and mind your pa !

What's the damn problem ?

I can get the part from Bristol
in two weeks. Your pomade.

Two weeks ?
That don't do me no good.

Nearest Ford auto man's Bristol.

Hold on. I don't want this pomade,
I want Dapper Dan.

I don't carry Dapper Dan.
I carry Fop.

I don't want Fop, god damn it !
I'm a Dapper Dan man !

Watch your language,
this is a public market.

Now, if you want Dapper Dan,
I can have it in a coupla weeks.

Ain't this a geographical oddity !
Two weeks from everywhere.

Forget it.

Just a dozen hair nets.

Well, didn't look
like a one-horse town,

but try finding
a decent hair jelly.

- Gopher, Everett ?
- No transmission belt for two weeks.

Huh ? They dam that river on the 21st.

- Today is the 17th.
- Don't I know it.

We got but four days
to get to that treasure.

After that, it'll be
at the bottom of a lake.

We won't make it walkin'.

- Right...
- Gopher ?

But the old tactician's got a plan.

For the transportation,
not keeping my coiffure in order.

How's this a plan ?
How we gonna get a car ?

Sell that. I figure you can only have
painful association for Wash.

"To Washington Bartholomew Hogwallop,

from his lovin' Cora."

- "Amor fidel... is."
- It was in his bureau,

I reckon it'll fetch us enough
for a good auto voiture

and a little leftover besides.

Whoo ! You got light fingers, Everett.

- Gopher ?
- You miserable little snake.

You stole from my kin !

Who was fixin' to betray us.

You didn't know that at the time.

So I borrowed it till I did know.

That don't make no sense !

A fool seeks logic
in the chambers of the heart.

What the hell is that singing ?

Appears to be some kind
of a... congregation.

Care for some gopher ?

No, thank you, Delmar.

A third of a gopher'd
only arouse my appetite

without beddin' her back down.

Oh, you can have the whole thing.

Me and Pete already had one.

We ran across
a whole... gopher... village.

O brothers, let's go down

Let's go down, come on down

Come on, brothers, let's go down

Down in the river to pray

As I went down
in the river to pray

Studyin' about that good old way

And who shall wear
the starry crown

Good Lord, show me the way

O fathers, let's go down

Let's go down, come on down

O fathers, let's go down

Down in the river to pray

As I went down
in the river to pray

Studying about that good old way

And who shall wear
the robe and crown

Good lord, show me the way

O mothers, let's go down

Come on down,
don't you wanna go down ?

Come on, mothers,
let's go down...

Well, I guess hard times
flush the chumps.

Everybody's lookin' for answers.

Where the hell's he going ?

The Father, the Son
and the Holy Ghost.

Good Lord, show me the way

O sinners, let's go down...

Well, I'll be a son of a bitch.

Delmar's been saved.

Well, that's it, boys.
I been redeemed.

The preacher done washed away
all my sins and transgressions.

It's the straight and narrow
from here on out.

And heaven everlasting's
my reward.

Delmar, what are you on about ?
We got bigger fish to fry.

The preacher said
all my sins is washed away,

including that Piggly Wiggly
I knocked over in Yazoo.

You said you was innocent of that.

Well, I was lyin'.

And the preacher said that
that sin's been washed away, too.

Neither God nor man's
got nothin' on me now.

Come on in, boys.
The water is fine.

Come on, boy.
There, boy. Good doggy.

All right, boys, we got the scent.

- The preacher said it absolved us.
- For Him, not for the law.

I gave you credit for
more brains than Delmar.

- But witnesses seen us redeemed.
- That's not the issue, Delmar.

Even square with the Lord,
Mississippi's hard-nosed.

You shoulda joined us, Everett.
It couldn'a hurt none.

Hell, it woulda washed away
the stink of that pomade.

Joining you fools in superstition ?
Thank you, anyway.

And I like the smell of my hair,
the pleasin' odour's half the point.

Baptism !

You two are
dumber than a bag of hammers.

You're my cross to bear.

Pull over, Everett. Let's give
that coloured boy a lift.

You folks going past Tishomingo ?

Sure, hop in.

How you doin', son ? Name's Everett.

These two soggy sons of bitches
are Pete and Delmar.

Keep your fingers away from Pete's
mouth, he ain't eaten for 13 years,

'cept prison food and greasy horse.

Thanks for the lift, sir.
My name's Tommy. Tommy Johnson.

How you doin', Tommy ?

Say, I haven't seen a house
out here for miles.

Why are you
out in the middle of nowhere ?

I had to be at that crossroads
last midnight.

Sell my soul to the devil.

Ain't it a small world,
spiritually speakin' ?

Pete and Delmar just been saved.
I'm the only one still unaffiliated.

It's no laughin' matter.

What'd the devil give you for it ?

Well, he taught me to play
this here guitar real good.

Oh, son, for that you traded
your everlasting soul ?

Well, I wasn't usin' it.

I've always wondered,
what's the devil look like ?

Well, there are all manner
of lesser imps and demons,

but Satan hisself is red and scaly
with a bifurcated tail,

- and he carries a hayfork.
- Oh, no. No, sir.

He's white.
As white as you folks.

With empty eyes
and a big, hollow voice.

He travelled around
with a mean old hound, that's right.

He told you to go to Tishomingo ?

Well, no, sir.
Why, that was my idea.

I heard there's a man there,

pays folks money
to sing into his can.

They say he pays extra
if'n you play real good.

Tishomingo, huh ?

How much he pay ?

All right, boys, follow my lead.

Hello ?

- Who's the honcho here ?
- I am. Who are you ?

Well, sir, I'm Jordan Rivers,
and these are the Soggy Bottom Boys,

out of Cottonillia, Mississippi.

Songs of salvation to salve the soul.

Uh, we hear that you pay good money
to sing into a can.

Well, that all depends.
You boys do Negro songs ?

Um... Well, uh, sir, we are Negroes.

All except for our accomp... accomp...
the fella that plays the guitar.

Yeah, well,
I don't record Negro songs.

No, I'm lookin' for
some old-timey material.

People can't seem to get enough

since we started broadcasting it
on the Pappy O'Daniel Flour Hour,

so thank you for stopping by, but...

Sir, the Soggy Bottom Boys have been
steeped in old-timey material.

- Heck, we're silly with it.
- That's right.

Right. We ain't really Negroes.

All except for our accompanist.

I am a man

Of constant sorrow

I've seen trouble all my days

I bid farewell

To old Kentucky

The place where I

Was born and raised

The place where he

Was born and raised

For six long years

I've been in trouble

No pleasure here

On Earth I found

For in this world

I'm bound to ramble

I have no friends

To help me now

He has no friends

To help him now

Maybe your friends think

I'm just a stranger

My face you never

Will see no more

But there is one promise

That is given

I'll meet you on

God's golden shore

He'll meet you on

God's golden shore

Whoo ! Hot damn, son !
You did sell your soul to the devil !

Boy, that was some mighty fine
a-pickin' and a-singin'.

I'll tell you what.

Ahem. You come on
in here, you...

you sign these papers here,
I'm gonna give you $10 apiece.

Uh, OK, sir, but Mert and...
Aloysious'll have to sign x's.

- Only four of us can write.
- That'd be fine.

Hey, mister, I don't mean
to tell tales out of school,

but there's a fella in there'll pay
you $10 if you sing into his can.

I'm not hear to make a record,
you dumb cracker.

They broadcast me on the radio.

That's Governor Menelaus
"Pappy" O'Daniel.

He'd sure like it if you ate his
farina and voted him a second term.

- Finest in Mississippi.
- In any state.

Lord, yes. Every parish.

Ain't you gonna
press the flesh, Pappy ?

I'll press your flesh,
you dim-witted son'bitch.

Don't tell me how to court the
electorate. We ain't one-at-a-timin'.

We're mass communicatin' !

Oh, yes, that's a powerful new force.

Shake a leg, Junior.

Thank God your mammy died
givin' birth,

she'd have died of shame.

Well, hi there ! How you doin' ?

Hard time yearnin'
where you go

Times is harder
than ever been before

And the people are driftin'

From door to door

Can't find no heaven

I don't care where they go

Say you had money

You better be sure

These hard times will drive you

From door to door

Let's bed down here for the night.

Yeah, it stinks in that old barn.

Suits me.

Pretty soon it'll be nothin' but
featherbeds and silk sheets.

A million dollars.

Million point two.

- 500,000 each.
- 400, Delmar.

Pete, what are you gonna do
with your share of the treasure ?

Go out west somewhere.

Open a fine restaurant.

I'm gonna be the maitre d'.

Greet all the swells.

Go to work every day
in a bow tie,

tuxedo.

And all the staff
say "yes, sir" and...

"no, sir"...

and "in a jiffy, Pete".

And all my meals for free.

What about you, Delmar,

what are you gonna do
with your share of that dough ?

I'm gonna visit them
foreclosin' son of a guns

down at the Indianola
Savings and Loan.

Slap that money on the barrel head
and buy back the family farm.

You ain't no kind of man
if you ain't got land.

What about you, Everett ?

What you have in mind
when you stole it in the first place ?

Ahem. I... didn't have no plan.

Well, that hardly sounds like you.

All right, boys !
It's the authorities !

Your situation
is purty nigh hopeless !

Damn, they found our car.

We ain't got the time
and nary the inclination

to chat with you boys any further.

Damn, we got to skedaddle.

I left my pomade in the car.
Maybe I can creep up.

Don't be a fool, Everett.
We got to R-U-N-N-O-F-T.

Where's Tommy ?

Already lit out,
scared out of his wits.

Let's go !

Well, hell, it ain't square one.

Ain't no one gonna pick up three
filthy, unshaved hitchhikers.

And one of them a know-it-all
who can't keep his trap shut.

The rancour reflected in that remark
I won't dignify with comment.

But I'll address your general
attitude of hopeless negativism.

Consider the lilies
of the goddam field.

Or, hell, look at Delmar
as your paradigm of hope.

Yeah. Look at me.

You may call it unreasoning optimism,
you may call it obtuse,

but the plain and simple fact
is we got close to...

three days before they...

dam that river.

Is this the road to Itta Bena ?

Uh... Itta Bena ?

Itta Bena ?
Stay on this here road.

That ain't right,
I was thinking of...

- Take this road.
- Nah, that ain't right.

Seems to me there's a road...

Cow road that used to lead
all the way...

Well, most of the way...
Er, that ain't right, either.

- Hop in while you give it a think.
- Right. Delmar.

Any of you boys know your way around
a Walther PPK ?

Well, we can't help.
I don't believe it's in Mississippi.

Friend, some of your folding
money has come unstowed.

Just stuff it
down that sack, will you ?

You boys aren't bad men, I take it ?

Well, it's funny you should ask.

I was bad till yesterday,
but me and Pete here been saved.

I'm Delmar,
and that there is Everett.

George Nelson. It's a pleasure.

Grab the tiller, will you, buddy ?

Hand me that chopper.

Say, what line of work
you in, George ?

Come and get me, coppers !

You flatfooted, lame-brained,
soft-ass sons of bitches !

Ah ha ! No one can catch me !
I'm George Nelson !

I'm bigger than any John,
live or limp !

I'm ten an' a half
feet tall !

Cows. I hate cows worse than coppers !

Oh, George... Not the livestock.

Come on, you miserable salaried
sons of bitches ! Come and get me !

Come on, boys,
we're going for the record.

Three banks in two hours !

OK, folks, hold the applause
and drop your drawers !

I'm George Nelson, and I'm here
to sack the city Itta Bena !

He's a live wire, though, ain't he ?

All the money in a bag.
What are you lookin' at, grandpa ?

Pardon me, George,
you got a plan for escapin' ?

Sure, boys.

Here's my plan. Ha ha !

They ain't never seen
ordnance like this !

Thank you, folks.

And remember, Jesus saves,
but George Nelson withdraws !

Go fix the auto voiture, Pete.

Is it Babyface Nelson ?

Who said that ?

What ignorant, low-down, slanderisin'

son of a bitch said that ?!

My name is George Nelson, get me ?!

She didn't mean nothin'
by it, George.

George Nelson ! Not Babyface !

You remember !
And you tell your friends !

I'm George Nelson.

Born to raise hell.

Well, that was some fun,
now, wasn't it, George ?

Yeah.

Almost makes me wish
I hadn'ta been saved.

Jacking up banks.

I can see how a fella'd
derive a whole lot of pleasure

and satisfaction out of it.

- It's OK.
- Hoo, dawgies !

Well...

I'm takin' off.

You boys might as well keep my...
share of the riches.

Well, where
are you going, George ?

I don't know. Who cares ?

Now, what do you suppose
is eatin' George ?

Well, they say that with
the thrill-seeking personality,

what goes up must come down.

Top of the world one minute,
sad the next.

Yes, sir, it's as if
our old friend George is a alley cat

and his own damn humours
are swingin' him by the tail.

I wouldn't worry, Delmar.
He'll be back on top again.

I don't think we've seen
the last of George Nelson.

Don't be saps for Pappy.

Homer Stokes for governor.

Let's sweep this state clean.
Vote for Stokes, brother.

...meet with the darkness
and strive

The sunny side you also may view

Keep on the sunny side

Always on the sunny side

Aw, shh. Hang on !
I'm gonna slap one on here.

Folks, here's
my cousin Ezra's niece,

Eudora from out of Greenwood,

doin' a little number
with her cousin Tom-Tom,

which I predict you
gonna enjoy thoroughly.

Now, what can I do you for,
Mr French ?

How can I lay a hold
of them Soggy Bottom Boys ?

Soggy Bottom.
I don't precisely recollect them.

They cut a record a few days ago,
an old-timey harmony thing,

with a guitar accomp... accomp...

Oh, yeah, yeah,
I remember them.

Coloured fellas, I believe.

Yes, sir, they a fine bunch of boys.

They sang into yonder can,
then skedaddled.

Well, that record is just
goin' through the goddam roof.

- They playin' it far away as Mobile.
- No.

Whole damn state's goin' apey.

Well, it was a powerful air.

Hot damn, we gotta find them boys
and sign 'em to a fat contract.

Hell's bells, Mr Lund, if we don't,
the goddam competition will.

Oh, mercy, yes, we got
to beat that competition.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Fly away

Like a bird,
from these prison walls I'll fly

I'll fly away, fly away

I'll fly away, fly away, o glory

I'll fly away, fly away

In the mornin'

When I die,
hallelujah by and by

I'll fly away, fly away

Just a few more weary days
and then

I'll fly away, fly away

To a land where joys
will never end...

I'll fly away, fly away...

I'll fly away, fly away, o glory

I'll fly away, fly away

In the mornin'

When I die hallelujah by and by

I'll fly away, fly away

When the shadows
of this life have gone

I'll fly away, fly away

Like a bird from
these prison walls I'll fly

I'll fly away, fly away...

Delmar ! Over here !

Do you have the Soggy Bottom Boys
performing "Man of Constant Sorrow" ?

No, ma'am. We got
a new shipment in yesterday.

Sorry, but we just can't
keep 'em on our shelves.

I'll fly away, fly away, o glory

I'll fly away, fly away

In the mornin'

When I die, hallelujah by and by

I'll fly away, fly away

Just a few more weary days
and then

I'll fly away, fly away

To a land where joys
will never end

I'll fly away, fly away

I'll fly away, fly away, o glory

I'll fly away, fly away...

How are you ?

Delmar, come on. Go.

...I'll fly away, fly away

I'll fly away, fly away

In the mornin'

Go to sleep, you little baby

Shut up, Delmar.

Pull over ! Pull over !

Guess old Pete's got the itch.

Go to sleep, you little baby

Go to sleep, you little baby

Your mama's gone away,
and your daddy's gonna stay

Didn't leave nobody but the baby

- Go to sleep, you little baby...
- Howdy do, ladies ? Name of Pete.

Go to sleep, you little baby

Everybody's gone
in the cotton and the corn

Didn't leave nobody
but the baby...

You gonna introduce us ?

I don't know their names.
I seen 'em first !

You're sweet, little baby

Honey in the rock,
and the sugar don't stop

Gonna bring a bottle to the baby

Don't you weep, pretty baby

Don't you weep, pretty baby

She's long gone
with her red shoes on

Gonna need another
lovin' baby...

Ladies, my name is
Ulysses Everett McGill,

and, well, you three ladies
are about the... the prettiest...

You and me
and the devil makes three

Don't need no other
lovin' baby...

Water lilies, uh...

- Go to sleep, you little baby...
- Corn liquor.

Go to sleep, you little baby

You and me
and the devil makes three

Don't need no other lovin' baby

Go to sleep, you little baby

Go to sleep, you little baby

Your mama's gone away,
and your daddy's gonna stay

Didn't leave nobody but the baby

Go to sleep, you little baby

Go to sleep, you little baby

Come lay your bones
on the alabaster stones

And be my everlovin' baby

Everett.

- Everett.
- My hair !

Look at this.

Pete !

Where the heck are you ?!

We ain't got time
for hide-and-seek !

We ain't got time for shenanigans !

Sweet Jesus, Everett.

They left his heart !

Delmar, what the heck's got into you ?

Can't you see it, Everett ?

Them sirens did this to Pete.

They loved him up
and turned him into a... horny toad.

Pete !

Pete, it's me... Delmar.

It's me... Delmar.

- Everett.
- Delmar, what the... ?!

What are we gonna do ?!

I'm not sure that's Pete.

Of course it's Pete. Look at him.

We got to find some kind of...
wizard can change him back.

I'm just not sure that's Pete.

You can't display a toad
in a fine restaurant.

Folks'd go off their feed.

Hey. I just don't think it's right
keeping him under wraps

like we was ashamed of him.

If it is Pete, I am ashamed of him.

He got what he deserved, fornicatin'
with some whore of Babylon.

These things don't happen
for no reason.

It's a judgment on Pete's character.

Well, the two of us was
fixin' to fornicate.

You'll have to excuse
my rusticated friend,

unaccustomed as he is
to city manners.

I guess we'll have
a couple of steaks

and some, uh, gratiné potatoes,

and wash it down with
your finest bubbly wine.

Oh, I don't suppose you have any...

Maybe the chef could prepare...

Just bring us a couple
of leaves of raw cabbage.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

I don't believe I've seen you boys.
Allow me to introduce myself.

Name of Daniel Teague,
known around here as Big Dan Teague,

Or, pressed for time, Big Dan !
Tout court !

Name's Ulysses Everett McGill.
My associate, Delmar O'Donnel.

I detect, like me,
you're endowed with the gift of gab.

I flatter myself such is the case.
In my line, it's plum necessary.

The one thing you don't want...

is air in the conversation.

Again we agree.
What kind of work you do, Big Dan ?

Sales, Mr McGill, sales !
What do I sell ?

The truth, every blessed word of it.

From Genesis down to Revelations.

Yes, the word of God,
which, let me say,

there's damn good money in
during these times of woe and want.

People want answers, and Big Dan
sells the only book that's got 'em.

And what do you do,
you and your, uh, tongue-tied friend ?

We...

We're adventurers, sir,

pursuing an opportunity,

but we're open to others as well.

I like you.
I'm gonna propose you a proposition.

You cover my bill for now,
get your dinner wrapped picnic-style

and we'll retire
to more private environs,

where I'll reveal how to make
vast amounts of money

in the service of God Almighty.

Well, why not ? I can use
some civilised conversation.

Don't forget your shoe box, friend.

Damn shame !
Goddam campaign is lagging !

We need a shot in the arm.
Hear me, boys ? In the goddam arm !

Election held tomorrow, that
sumbitch Stokes would win in a walk !

He's the reform candidate, Daddy.

- Yeah ?
- A lot of people like that reform.

Maybe we should get us some.

I'll reform you,
you soft-headed son of a bitch.

How we gonna run reform ?
We're the incumbent !

Is that the best you can
come up with ? Reform ?!

Weepin' Jesus on the cross.

That's it !

Start drafting my concession speech
right now.

OK, Pappy.

I'm just making a point,
you stupid son'bitch.

- Give me back that hat !
- Pappy's just makin' a point.

Shut up !

Thank you for that fricassee.
I'm a man of large appetites.

Even with lunch under my belt,
I was a mite peckish.

Our pleasure.

Thank you as well for
the conversational hiatus.

I generally refrain
from speech during gustation.

There are those who attempt
both at the same time.

I find it coarse and vulgar.

- Where were we ?
- Making money in the Lord's service.

Friend, when you do speak,
it's to the point and I salute you.

Yes, Bible sales.

The trade is not complicated.
There are two things to learn...

One, find a wholesaler,

the word of God in bulk, as it were.

Two, recognise your customer.
Who are you dealing with ?

It's an exercise in psychology,
so to speak.

And it is that which I propose
to give you a lesson in right now.

I like to think I'm an astute
observer of the human scene, too.

No doubt, brother.
I figured as much at the restaurant.

That's why I invited you all out here
for this advanced tutorial.

What's going on, Big Dan ?

It's all about the money, boys !
That's it !

Gol... durned... money !

I don't get it.

I'll just take your show cards.

And whatever you got in the hole.

What the...
there ain't nothin' but a damn toad.

No, you don't understand.
That's Pete.

Pete.

You know these give you warts ?

End of lesson.

So long, boys. Hee hee !

See you in the funny papers.

Y'all seen the end of Big Dan Teague.

Where are they ? Talk,
you unreconstructed whelp of a whore !

Where they headed ?

- Aah !
- Your screams won't save your flesh.

- Aah !
- Only your tongue is, boy.

- Where they headed ?
- Aah !

Whoa, hound.

Sweet summer rain.

Like God's own mercy.

Your two friends
have abandoned you, Pete.

They don't seem to care
about your hide.

OK.

Stairway to heaven, Pete.

We shall all meet by and by.

God damn it !

God forgive me !

Hold.

Believe me, Delmar, he would
have wanted us to press on.

Pete, rest his soul,
was one sourass son of a bitch

and not given to pointless
sentimentality.

It don't seem right getting
the treasure without him.

Maybe it's for the best
he was squished.

Why, he... was barely
a sentient being and...

when we clean up and
get a little smellum in our hair,

we're gonna feel
100% better about ourselves

and about... life in general.

Must be near Parchment Farm.

Sorry sons of bitches.

Seems like a year ago
we busted off the farm.

Pete got a brother ?

Not that I'm aware.

Heat must be getting to me.

Oh, the storm and its fury
raged today

Crushing hope
that we cherished so dear

The cloud and storm
will in time pass away

And the sun again
will shine bright and clear

Keep on the sunny side

Always on the sunny side

Keep on the sunny side of life

It will help us every day

It will brighten all the way

If we'll keep on
the sunny side of life

If we'll keep on
the sunny side of life

That was wonderful.
That sure was. Yes.

Now, I know The Sunnysiders
would agree with me

when I say that the great state
of Mississippi

cannot afford four more years
of Pappy O'Daniel !

Four more years of cronyism !

Nepotism ! Rascalism !

Of service to the interests !

Now, the choice, she's a clear 'un.

Pappy O'Daniel,
slave of the interests...

Homer Stokes, servant of
the little man. Right, little fella ?

He ain't lyin' !

Ladies and gentlemen,
the little man has admonished me

to grasp the broom of reform

and sweep this state clean !

It's gonna be,
"Back to the flour mill, Pappy" !

The interests can handle themselves !

Come Tuesday,
we're gonna sweep the rascals out !

Clean government
is yours for the asking !

Folks,
now the little Wharvey gals !

Wharvey gals ? Did he just say
"little Wharvey gals" ?

Come here, girls.

What y'all gonna sing for us ?

"In the Highways".

- God damn it all !
- You know them gals, Everett ?

In the highways

In the hedges

In the highways

In the hedges

In the highways

In the hedges

I'll be somewhere
a-working for my Lord

I'll be somewhere a-working

I'll be somewhere a-working

I'll be somewhere
a-working for my Lord

I'll be somewhere a-working

I'll be somewhere a-working

I'll be somewhere
a-working for my Lord

Hey, girls !

Daddy ! Daddy !

Daddy ? He ain't our daddy.

Hell I ain't.
What's this Wharvey ? You're McGills.

Not since you
got hit by that train.

What ? I wasn't hit by a train.

- Mama says you was hit by a train.
- Blooey ! Nothin' left.

Just a grease spot on the L & N.

Damn it, I wasn't hit by any train !

Mama's got us back to Wharvey.

- That's her maiden name.
- You got a maiden name, Daddy ?

Daddy don't have a maiden name...

That's your misfortune.

- And now mama's got a new beau.
- He's a suitor.

Yeah, I heard about that.

Mama says he's bona fide.

Mmm. He give her a ring ?

Yes, sir. A big 'un.

- Gold and gems.
- Mama checked it.

- It's bona fide.
- He's a suitor.

- What's his name ?
- Vernon T Waldrip.

- Uncle Vernon.
- Till tomorrow.

Then he's Daddy.

I am the only daddy you got.
I am the damn pater familias.

But you ain't bona fide.

Where's your mama ?

- At the five-and-dime.
- Buying nipples.

This way

To take me home

Kiss me more...

- Daddy !
- Hello, sugar ! Ha ha !

How's my little girl ?

Hi.

- Who the hell's that ?
- Starla Wharvey.

Starla McGill, you mean.

- You never told me.
- Cos you was hit by a train.

Why are you telling our gals
I was hit by a train ?

Lots of respectable people
been hit by trains.

Judge Hobby was hit by a train.

What was I supposed to say,

that you were jailed
and I divorced you from shame ?

I take your point. But it puts me in
an awkward spot vis á vis my progeny.

Hello, Penny.
Is this gentleman bothering you ?

You Waldrip ?

Uh-huh. That's right.

You been using my hair treatment ?

Your hair treatment ?

Excuse me.

I got news. In case you hadn't
noticed, I wasn't hit by a train,

and I have travelled
many a weary mile

to be back with my wife
and my six daughters.

- Seven, Daddy !
- That ain't your daddy, Alvanelle.

Your daddy was hit by a train.

Penny, you stop that !

You stop it ! Vernon here's got a job.

Vernon's got prospects.
He's bona fide. What are you ?

I'll tell you what I am...

I'm the pater familias,
and you can't marry him !

I can, I am and I will, tomorrow.

I gotta think about the Wharvey gals.

They look to me for answers.

Vernon can buy 'em
lessons on the clarinet.

The only good thing you
ever did was get hit by that train !

Well, you lying, unconstant succubus.

Whoa, whoa !
You can't swear at my fiancée !

Oh, yeah ?
Well, you can't marry my wife !

Who is that man ?

He's not my husband.

Just a drifter, I guess.
Just some no-account drifter.

And stay out of the Woolsworth !

I'll bet she does
imitations, too.

Deceitful, two-faced she-wolf.

Never trust a female, Delmar.

Remember that precept and your time
with me won't have been ill-spent.

- OK, Everett.
- "Hit by a train".

Truth means nothing to a woman,
Delmar.

Triumph of the subjective.
You ever been with a woman ?

Well, I've...
I got to get the family farm back

before I can start
thinking about that.

That's right. If then.

Believe me, a woman's the
most fiendish instrument of torture

ever devised
to bedevil the days of man.

Everett, I never figured you
for a pater familias.

Ohh, yes. I have spread my seed.

And look what it's...

God damn it.
What the hell... ?

OK, boys.
Enjoy your picture show.

I have no money, honey

How can I change ?

Do... not... seek the treasure.

Do not... seek the treasure.

It's a bushwhack.

They're fixin' an ambush.

Do not seek the treasure.

We... we thought you was...

a toad.

We... thought...
you... was... a... toad.

Do not seek the treasure.

Quiet there !
Watch the picture !

I signed that bill.

I signed a dozen agriculture bills.

Everyone knows
I'm a friend of the farmer.

What I gotta do,
start diddling livestock ?

We can't do that, Daddy.
We might offend our constituency.

We ain't got a constituency !
Stokes got a constituency !

Well, it's a well-run campaign.

Midget and broom and whatnot.

- Devil his due.
- Hell of an organisation.

- Say, I got an idea.
- What's that, Junior ?

We can hire us a little fella
even smaller than Stokes's.

You slump-shouldered sack of nuts !

We'd look like a bunch
of johnny-come-latelys

bringin' out our own midget.

Don't matter how stumpy !

That's the goddam problem, people
think Stokes has got fresh ideas.

He's au courant
and we're the past !

It's a problem of...

- Perception.
- Right.

- He's pulling our pants down.
- Gonna paddle some behind.

Ain't gonna paddle it. Gonna kick it.

- No, he's gonna paddle it.
- That's not a proper description.

- That's how I'd characterise it.
- It's more of a kickin' situation.

God... God forgive me.

I could not gaze upon that fireshow.

Pete.

- Hold still !
- Can't... stand much longer.

It was... it was
a mo-moment of weakness.

Quit babblin', we gotta skedaddle.

That's all I got.

They lured me out for a bathe

and then they dunked me,
trussed me up like a hog,

and turned me in for the bounty.

Shoulda guessed it.
Typical womanly behaviour.

We're lucky we left
before they came back.

We didn't abandon you, Pete.

We just thought you was a toad.

No, they never did
turn me into a toad.

Well, that was our mistake, then.

We was beat up by a Bible salesman
and banished from Woolworths.

Everett, was it the one branch
or all of them ?

Well, I ain't had it easy,
either, boys.

Frankly, uh, well, I...

I spilt my guts about the treasure.

I'm awful sorry
I betrayed you, fellas.

Must be my Hogwallop blood.

That's all right, Pete.

Awful white of you to take it
like that, Everett.

I feel wretched.

Spoiling your play for
a million dollar point two.

You should rip out my guts.

No, that's all right.

You boys are true friends ! Ohh !

You're my beaucoup friends.

Pete, I don't want you to
beat yourself up about this, eh ?

I can't help it, but
that's a... a wonderful thing to say.

Yeah. Pete, uh...

Well, fact of the matter is...

Damn it...

There ain't no treasure.

Fact of the matter is
there never was.

But...

So where's all the money
from the armoured car job ?

I never knocked over no armoured car.

I was sent up for
practising law without a license.

- But...
- I had to bust out.

My wife wrote me she was
getting married, I gotta stop it.

I had two weeks left
on my sentence.

I couldn't wait, wedding's tomorrow.

My added time for the escape,
I don't get out now till 19... 87.

I am sorry about that.

I'll be... 84 years old.

I guess they'll tack on
50 years for me, too.

Boys, we was chained together.
I had to tell you something.

Busting out alone
was not an option. I'm sorry.

84 years old.

Well, I'll only be 82.

You ! You ruined my life !

You ruined my life !

I do apologise, Pete.

84 years old !
I'm becoming Papillon !

Delmar !

Now, boys. Boys.

Eeny meeny meiny mo

Oh death

Whoa death

Won't you spare me over
till another year ?

Well, I am death, none can excel

I'll open the door
to heaven or hell

Whoa, death, someone would pray

Could you wait to call me
another day ?

Children pray...

That's Tommy.
They got Tommy !

Noose.

No longer prayin'...

Sweet Jesus, we got to save him.

I'll fix your feet
till you can't walk

I'll lock your jaw
till you can't talk

I'll close your eyes
so you can't see

- It's very dark...
- The colour guard.

Death, I come to take the soul

Leave the body and leave it cold

Oh death

Whoa death

Won't you spare me over
till another year ?

Brothers !

Oh, brothers !

We have all gathered here to preserve
our hallowed culture and heritage

from intrusion,
inclusion and dilution

of colour, of creed,

and of our old-time religion.

We aim to pull evil up by the root

before it chokes out the flower
of our culture and heritage.

And our women,
let's not forget those ladies, y'all,

looking to us for protection

from darkies,
from Jews, from papists,

and from all those smart-ass folks

say we come descended from monkeys.

- That's not my culture and heritage.
- Yes !

Is it yours ?

No !

And so...

we gonna hang us a Negro.

I ain't never harmed you,
neither of you gentlemen.

I ain't never harmed nobody.

- Hey, Tommy.
- Huh ?

Tommy, we come to rescue you.

That's mighty kind of you boys,

but I don't think nothing's
going to save me now.

The devil's come
to collect his due.

Don't be crazy, Tommy.

You don't wanna get hanged.

Well, naw, I don't reckon I do,

but that's the way it's working out.

Tommy, I got a plan.

No !

The colour guard is coloured.

Who made them the colour guard ?

Run, boys !

No, no, son !

Can't let that flag
touch the ground !

Get your hands off me.

I can do this myself,
get away from me.

We should hire this man away.

- Good idea, Pappy.
- Hell of an idea.

- Can't beat 'em, join 'em.
- He'll join us, run our campaign.

- Power, wealth...
- No one says no to Pappy O'Daniel.

- Not with his blandishments.
- And powers of persuasion.

- What's his name again ?
- The campaign manager ?

- Waldrip.
- Vernon Waldrip.

- Vernon T Waldrip.
- Hmm.

It's invitation only.

- We'll have to sneak in.
- Hold on.

Wait a minute.

Who elected you
leader of this outfit ?

Since we've been following your lead,
we got nothing but trouble.

I've gotten this close
to being strung up

and consumed in a fire
and whipped no end

and sunstroked and soggied.

And turned into a frog.

He wasn't turned into a frog.

Almost loved up, though.

So, you're against me now, too ?

Is that how it is, boys ?

The whole world and God Almighty...
now you ?

I guess I deserve it.

Boys...

I know that I made
some tactical mistakes,

but if you just stick with me,
I got a plan.

Believe me, we can fix this thing.

I'll get my wife back, we'll leave.

Goddam disgrace !

Made a travesty
of the entire evening.

Ohh ! What I wouldn't give
to get a hold of those agitators.

Whoever heard of such behaviour,
even amongst the coloured ?

Mulattos, maybe. I suspect some
miscegenation in their heritage.

Using a Confederate flag
as a missile !

Crazy ! No one's ever gonna believe
we're a real band.

I just gotta get close enough
to talk to her.

Comin' with us got more future than
marrying a guy called Waldrip.

I'm goddam bona fide.
I got the answers.

Everett, my beard itches.

"In the Jailhouse Now", fellas.
Neighbourhood of B.

Penny. Ahem.

- It's me.
- No.

Honey !

I had a friend named Ramblin' Bob

He used to steal, gamble and rob

He thought he was
the smartest guy around

Well, I...

We're leaving the state, pursuing
opportunities in another venue.

I got big plans.

Not minstrels,
I'm going to be a dentist.

I know this guy
who'll print me up a license.

He's in the jailhouse now

Well, I told him once or twice

To stop playin' cards
and a-shootin' dice

He's in the jailhouse now

Bob liked to play his poker...

Why, that is
an improper suggestion.

I can't switch sides
in the middle of a campaign...

especially to work for a man
who lacks moral fibre.

Moral fibre ?
Why, you pasty-face son'bitch.

I invented moral fibre.

Pappy was displaying rectitude
when that egghead you work for

was still messin' his drawers !

- Psst ! Honey.
- Go away.

I want to be what
you want me to be, honey.

I want you and the gals
to come with me.

To stop playin' cards
and a-shootin' dice...

What are you doing here, Pappy ?

Someone let on we were
giving out liquor.

You'll laugh out the other side
of your face November.

Pappy'll be laughin' then.

- Not out the other side of his face.
- Just the regular side.

They're my daughters, too, Penny.

Ain't you ever heard of... ?

In constant sorrow

I am the man

Of constant sorrow

I've seen trouble...

Hot damn !
It's the Soggy Bottom Boys !

I bid farewell

To old Kentucky

The place where
I was born and raised

The place where he

Was born and raised...

Holy moly ! These boys are a hit !

But, Pappy, they's integrated.

Wait a minute.

Folks don't mind they's integrated.

You's miscegenated.
All you boys is miscegenated !

Gimme a microphone !

Gimme a microphone !
Gimme a microphone !

These boys is not white.
Hell, they ain't even old-timey.

I happen to know,
ladies and gentlemen,

that this band of miscreants,
this very evening,

interfered with a lynch mob
in the performance of its duties.

It's true !

See, I belong
to a certain secret society.

I don't believe I gotta
mention its name, you know ?

Let 'em play ! Go on !

And these boys here,

they trampled all over our
venerated observances and rituals.

This here music is over, all right ?

And I have... No ! Hey !

Hey, I ain't... listen to me.

Folks, listen to me. I...

These boys desecrated a fiery cross.

We's all havin' a good time !

And they's convicts, folks,
fugitives escaped off the farm.

Now, folks, these boys gotta
be remanded to the authorities.

Criminals !

And I have it
from the highest authority

that that Negro
sold his soul to the devil !

Wait a minute, folks.
It's true !

It's true !

Wait a minute.

Is you is, or is you ain't
my constituency ?

No !

Is you is, or is you ain't
my constituency ?

No !

Is you is...

Is you is,
or is you ain't my constituency ?

Oh, come on, folks.

No. It's Homer now.

I'm a friend of the little man.

This is not fair !
Hey ! Come on !

Come on, we got a little
misunderstanding here. God damn !

It's fair to tell

My only lover

I never expect

To see you again

For I'm bound to ride

That northern railroad

Perhaps I'll die upon that train

Perhaps he'll die
upon his train...

God damn !
Opportunity knocks !

Get out of my way !

I'm just a stranger

In case you ever

See your man...

But there is one promise

That is given

I'll meet you on

God's golden shore

He'll meet you on

God's golden shore

That's fine. That's fine !

Ladies and gentlemans,

here and listening at home,

the great state of Mississippi...

Pappy O'Daniel, Governor...

wants to thank the Soggy Bottom Boys
for that wonderful performance.

And it looks like the only man
in this great state

who ain't a music lover

is my esteemed opponent
in the upcoming, Homer Stokes.

There ain't no accounting for taste.

Sounded to me like he was harbouring
a hateful grudge

against the Soggy Bottom Boys

on account of their
rough and rowdy past.

Looks like Homer Stokes
is the kind of fellow

who wants to cast the first stone.

Well, I'm with you, folks.

I'm a forgive-and-forget
Christian, and I say...

if their rambunctiousness
and misdemeanoring is behind them...

It is, ain't it ?

Yes, sir, it is.

Well, then, I say,

by the power vested in me,

these boys is hereby pardoned !

And furthermore...

in the second
Pappy O'Daniel administration,

these boys is gonna be
my brain trust !

What's that mean, Everett ?

Well, it means you and me
and Pete and Tommy are gonna be

the power behind
the throne, so to speak.

So, without further ado,
and by way of endorsing my candidacy,

the Soggy Bottom Boys

is gonna lead us all
in a chorus of "You Are My Sunshine".

Ain't you, boys ?

One of our favourites.

Son... you're gonna go far.

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are grey

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine away

I guess Vernon T Waldrip
is gonna be going on relief.

Maybe I can throw
a little patronage his way,

get him a job digging
or rounding up stray dogs.

So, is the marriage off,
Miss Wharvey ?

McGill. No. The marriage
will take place as planned.

With a change of cast.

Me and the little lady
are gonna pick up the pieces

and re-tie the knot,
mixaphorically speaking.

You boys are invited, of course.

Hell, you're the best men.

I already got the rings.

- Where's your ring ?
- I ain't worn it since our divorce.

Must still be in
the roll-top in the old cabin.

Vernon's was encrusted with jewels.

Now's the time
to buy it off him cheap.

We ain't getting married with
his ring. You said you'd changed.

- Just an old pewter thing.
- Ain't no wedding.

- It's just a symbol, honey.
- No wedding.

We'll fetch it with you.

It's just... Shut up, Delmar.
It's just a symbol.

I've spoken my piece
and counted to three.

She counted to three. God damn it.

She counted to three. Son of a bitch !

You have any idea
how far that cabin is ?

George ?

Hello, boys !

These little men finally
caught the criminal of the century.

Looks like the chair
for George Nelson !

Yup, gonna electrify me.
I'm gonna go off like a roman candle !

20,000 volts chasing a rabbit
through yours truly !

Gonna suck all
the power right out of the state !

Gonna shoot sparks out of my head
and lightning from my fingertips !

I'm George Nelson,
and I'm feeling ten feet tall !

Looks like George
is right back on top again.

Cow killer !

Well, at least you boys get to see
the ancestral manse,

the home where I spent so many a
happy day in the bosom of my family

refugin', if you will,
with a mighty oak tree out front

and a happy little tyre swing on it.

Where's the happy
little tyre swing ?

End of the road, boys.

- No. Wait a minute.
- Let's go, boys.

It's had its twists and turns,
now it deposits you here.

Wait a minute.

You have eluded fate and you have
eluded me for the last time.

- Tie their hands, boys.
- You can't do this, now.

Didn't know you'd be
bringing a friend.

He'll just have to wait his turn,
share one of your graves.

You can't do it, we just got
pardoned by the governor.

- It went out on the radio.
- Is that right ?

Well, we ain't got a radio.

God have mercy.

You

Got to go

To that lonesome valley

You

Whoa, got...

It ain't fittin'.

It ain't the law.

- The law ?
- To go...

The law is a human institution.

Nobody else

Can go there for you, no...

Perhaps you should start
making your prayers.

Got

To go...

Oh, my God. Everett ?

Tommy, I'm sorry
we got you into this.

Good Lord... What do we do ?

By yourself

Oh, Lord...

Please look down
and recognise us poor sinners.

Please, Lord.

I just want to see
my daughters again.

I've been separated
from my family for so long.

I know I've been guilty of pride
and sharp dealing.

I'm sorry I turned my back on you,

forgive me.

We're helpless, Lord.

For the sake of my family,
for Tommy's sake.

For Delmar's and Pete's.

Let me see my daughters again, Lord.

Help us, please.

You got to go

To the lonesome valley

Yes, sir, you, whoa

Got

To go

There

By

Yourself

Nobody else

Nobody else can go for you

You, whoa

Got

To go

There

By

Yourself

- A miracle. It was a miracle !
- Delmar, don't be ignorant.

I told you they
was flooding this valley.

- No ! That ain't it !
- We prayed to God and he pitied us !

Well, it never fails.

Again, you hayseeds
are showin' you want for intellect.

There's a perfectly
scientific explanation.

That ain't the tune you was singin'
back at the gallows !

Any human being'll cast about
in a moment of stress.

No, they're flooding this valley

so they can hydroelectric
up the whole darn state.

Yes, sir, the south is gonna change.

Everything's gonna
run on a paying basis.

Out with the spiritual mumbo-jumbo
and the backward ways.

We're gonna see a brave new world
where they hook us all up to a grid.

Yes, a veritable age of reason.

Like the one they had in France.
Not a moment too soon.

Not a moment too soon.

Hey, there's Tommy.

Tommy,
what you ridin' there ?

Roll-top desk.

My latest sun is sinking fast

My race is nearly run...

"All's well that ends well",
some poet said.

That's right, honey.

Don't mind telling you
I'm awful pleased

my adventuring days
have come to an end.

Time for this old boy
to enjoy some repose.

That's good, honey.

You were right about that ring, too.

Any other wedding band wouldn't do.

This here was fore-ordained.

Fate was a-smilin' on me.

That's not my ring.

- What ? Not your ring ?
- That's one of Aunt Herlene's.

- You said it was in the roll-top.
- I said I thought it was.

- No, you said...
- Or under the mattress.

Or maybe in my chifforobe.

Well, I'm sorry, honey.

We need that ring.

It's at the bottom
of a durn big lake.

- Uh-uh.
- A 9,000 hectare lake.

I don't care if it's 90,000.
That lake was not my doing.

- I've counted to three.
- No, wait, honey.

Finding one ring
in the middle of all that water

- is one hell of a heroic task !
- ...And gives me victory

O, come, angel band

Come and

Around me stand

O, bear me away
on your snow white wings

To my immortal home

O, bear me away
on your snow white wings

To my immortal home

My latest sun is sinking fast

My race is nearly run

My strongest trials now are past

My triumph has begun

O, come

Angel band

Come and around me stand

O, bear me away
on your snow white wings

To my immortal home

O, bear me away
on your snow white wings

To my immortal home

O, bear my longin' heart to him

Who bled and died for me

Whose blood
now cleanses from all sin

And gives me victory

O, come

Angel band

Come and around me stand

O, bear me away
on your snow white wings

To my immortal home

O, bear me away
on your snow white wings

To my immortal home

There's a dark
and a troubled side of life

There's a bright
and a sunny side, too

Though we meet with
darkness and strife

The sunny side be also with you

Keep on the sunny side

Always on the sunny side

Keep on the sunny side of life

It will help us every day

It will brighten all the way

If we'll keep on
the sunny side of life

The storm and its fury
broke today

Crushing hopes
that we cherished so dear

Clouds and storms
again will pass away

And the sun will shine again,
bright and clear

Keep on the sunny side

Always on the sunny side

Keep on the sunny side of life

It will help us every day

It will brighten all the way

If we'll keep on
the sunny side of life

Keep on the sunny side

Always on the sunny side

Keep on the sunny side of life

It will help us every day

It will brighten all the way

If we'll keep on
the sunny side of life

If we'll keep on
the sunny side of life