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Motherfucker.

Look, our boy needs that money.

Did you try Prairie Mountain?

Or Central Bank over there by Second Ave?

Montana Federal.

The same thing.

Look, Amy, our house
is more than enough

collateral, even if we
have refinanced before.

Bankers don't seem to think so.

He needs that money.

You'll find a way.

You always do.

We've been through this before.

This isn't any different.

Yeah.

Can you make it tonight?

Look, I'll try.

It'll help.

Yeah, it may not seem like it,
but it will help.

Yeah.

So

what happens

if you don't apply the goo?

Let's just say always apply the goo.

But you're trying to sell us something
that we can all do with our hands.

What do you call that?

CPR.

The CPR.

Well, not even the
best-intentioned palms can

deliver a pulse of
life-saving electricity.

Cliff Ackerson.

Don Falstaff.

Thanks for being there today, Don.

I know your schedule's really busy.

It is.

It is.

Been doing this long?

Sales?

SDX?

Not as long as I'd like.

Bill Mueller still the overlord there?

You know Bill?

Part of the herd.

Boulder bus.

All right.

Do any sales in the Boise area?

Sure, yeah.

All over Midwest, Northwest, Alberta,
all the way up to Saskatchewan even.

Good companies are
buying up everywhere, so

hopefully here in Wyoming's
crown jewel as well.

And I used to work for E&P a few years
ago.

Swore you sold us some hard drives.

A company called Meridian.

Meridian, if I recall.

No, I don't really mess with data storage.

Hard drives are a hard sell.

I'm pretty sure it was you.

Yeah, well...

It's the peddling job hazard.

You know, we all start to look the same.

But, sorry, you must have me confused with
someone else.

I don't get confused very often.

Well, I'm sorry to catch you on an off
day.

Don?

Cliff?

What?

How'd it go?

Okay.

It was...

It was okay.

Sorry about missing last night.

Are you?

Sorry.

I...

I know your schedule isn't your own.

Did it help?

Always does.

But if you'd been
there... I know.

I'm just trying to get us into the black.

I know there are more important things
than that.

I know.

Companies that we owe don't care about
family.

They don't.

But I do.

I'll be there next time.

I promise.

I don't need you to promise.

I just want you to try.

Guide all here today.

Children and parent alike.

Teach them to not waver and remain ever
faithful to your love.

Spread over them your love.

And your protecting mantle when danger,
illness, or temptation threatens them.

Keep all firm when they are about to stray
from the path of virtue.

And if they should
fall, reconcile them with

your divine son and
restore them to grace.

I'm in terrible stress!

Should I bat it?

Um, what's my take on the Sun Vista sale?

That's it?

Off the gross?

No...

No, no, it's...

It's a fine sale.

Thank you, Pam.

No, I appreciate it.

Yep.

Mm, hmm.

You too.

Always with your back to the action.

Just focused on what's important.

Fuck you all.

Oh shit, you must have made a sale or you'd
still be in that shit hotel eating in bed.

Glad you remember how I celebrate.

Never understood why you came here.

Food's crap, girls ain't much better.

Why are you here, Ricky?

Because I don't got to take any of these
girls out to dinner prior.

Who you peddling for?

It's Arcadian.

STX.

Out of Boise?

Spokane.

Yeah.

Guess it would be.

Well...

let me buy a fellow good old boy a beer.

Toast to the man whose numbers always made
me feel better about my own.

When finally I said, fuck it.

What am I doing?

Convincing poor widows to buy a product I
wouldn't take if it was given to me.

You know, if there's money in it or money
to be made off it, I can believe in it.

But this company had me and my team by the
balls.

Receipt payout after a four-week audit.

A bunch of middle managers managing middle
managers.

Ten times worse than the time of my life.

I'm the meridian.

So, I left and never looked back.

Did you leave or did you get fired?

You know they both result in the same
thing.

What does STX sell anyway?

Automated external defibrillators.

Hard zappers.

Fuck.

Selling the possibility of escaping a
death that may never come.

That's a hard sell.

It is.

It is.

Do you like it?

Does it matter?

What was your take today?

Not nearly as much as I need.

Well then, it matters.

Nice.

But?

I know when I'm being sold something.

New truck.

Shed $900 bills all night.

What are you selling?

Just a way to make money.

I just made money.

No.

No, Cliff.

The last time me and you partnered up,
it didn't end so well.

It wasn't our fault Mark cracked.

None of us saw the cash we should have.

Man fucked it all up by doing what he did.

He took the blame.

Yeah, well, that ain't no burden for a
dead man.

No burden.

It was a favor.

Look.

I know you two downed a lot of beers back
in the day.

But dead or not, when's taking all our
money a favor?

What's your product?

I don't know.

So you're interested then?

Only if I know what you're selling.

Well, give me a call when you want to find
out.

I could use your man, don't mind breaking
the rules.

Hello?

Bill?

Cliff?

The reason I called you down here is
because I got a phone call from an old

college buddy of mine down at dance
school.

Yeah, no, I met Don.

He spearheaded a tough crowd down there.

Well, Don told me a few things that's got
me a little worried.

The perfect pitch can't make the stubborn
buy.

Ain't about no pitch, Cliff.

It's about your time at Meridian.

And some money that's still missing.

I didn't know Don worked at Meridian.

He didn't.

But the people I call on still do.

Well, it's easy for them to blame a
salesman who isn't there.

Meridian merged territories, so I
felt like... Don't try to sell me on that.

Meridian didn't merge no territories.

They walked in one morning
to find some accountant

with his brains blew
all over the fucking wall.

The same accountant that oversaw the team
you sold with.

Did they tell you that that accountant was
responsible?

They did.

For some of it.

But what matters now is you still selling
for me.

And you ain't told a damn soul about it.

So I'm supposed to tell you about a past
co-worker who stole some money and then

decided to swallow a bullet?

You never told me you was working for
them.

Left that off your resume, Cliff.

What kind of innocent man does that?

Now I'm involved because I didn't update a
piece of paper.

You're involved because of a CSO,
a Fortune 500.

Told me you and some others were doing
things you shouldn't have been doing.

Listen, Bill.

I've been peddling your
hard-to-push products,

making less than a
fucking waitress for months.

I'm not on the phone.

I'm not a CSO.

I am a faithful salesman for this company.

It ain't about faith, Cliff.

That's bad business.

No business is good business.

You know that.

Careful what you say.

Advance my SunVista Airlines commission
plus 20%.

You won't have to find out what I know.

Increasing and falsifying depreciation
links for defibs that you haven't sold.

Golden years.

Half.

Half the commission on the SunVista
Airlines.

Bill.

Bill.

You're done, Cliff.

It's me paying for something that I don't
need.

Look around.

You're a paper industry working in an
evolving market.

I'll bring new technology,
a vast understanding of

the territory, connections
in the agricultural field.

I mean, hell, your computer hadn't even
been updated since you and I sold that

piece of shit to my dad.

You know why I kept it?

So folks that don't know what we do around
here think it's an office.

Paper business?

Damn right I'm in it.

Every stack here is a dollar made or about
to be made.

It's white paper for green.

No better business than that.

Which I will further monetize and
capitalize.

Guys, you know my background.

You know my sales record.

Hell, you know I even work cattle and
pens.

You work cattle and pens?

Well, yeah.

You know why my hat sits crown side down.

You know what Bang's disease is.

You know the difference between a roan and
an Appaloosa.

Look, you know I can learn cattle breeds
quick.

Those are fucking horses, Cliff.

Oh, Gus.

I called you because we go way back.

You called me because someone found out
you had a hand in the Meridian cookie jar.

We all had our hands in that cookie jar.

I know why mine was in there.

Yours?

I'm guessing greed.

Don't high road me.

I know what happened to your son.

Now I'm sorry.

But I got out early and clean.

No, you weren't smart enough to listen to
me and get out clean.

I didn't have to warn you then and I
shouldn't have to remind you now.

You stepped out of a con at a crooked
company into what I remember it wasn't

exactly an above the board family
business.

Now that's got to be worth something right
now.

Look, all I need is something that pays.

Look, I am begging.

I don't need a salesman.

Listen, I wanted to offer you
my years of experience as

well as my rolodex to continue
growth over at your company.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

You don't even know what I'm offering yet.

Well, I appreciate your time.

I'm

calling from Spokane.

No, I think we spoke about a year ago.

Well, no, actually the
reason I'm calling today is

to see if you guys needed
any salesmen over there.

Yeah, I understand.

Okay.

All right, well, if you don't mind,
Jim, it was nice talking to you.

Shoots 44 magnums and
specials, only carries six, but you

only need one to drop
whatever it is you're aiming at.

What are your clients aiming at?

Whatever they don't like.

Beretta M92F.

15 round mag, seen on the hip of every GI
since 89.

Glock 20.

Short recoil, double action, plain Jane,
just as reliable.

Classic Bulldog 44 special.

No frills, snub nose, preferred by just
about everybody, including the son of Sam.

Does that fun fact sell a lot of those?

Oh, you'd be surprised.

You spin it to the boy who wants to kill,
then yes.

You spin it to the guy who wants to stop
the boy from killing, then also yes.

You spin it to the guy who wants to stop
the boy from killing, then also yes.

I'm afraid to ask if any of this is legal.

Then don't ask.

Is it your first rodeo?

Deer, pheasant, odd coyote or two.

The barrel's usually longer and the
target's moving.

Well...

I didn't think you'd call me.

Neither did I.

How'd you meet these clients?

Well, I was running guns to ex-cons on the
high line.

Highway 2 from Whitefish out to Wolf Point
where you can...

criss-cross the border with fucking bells
on and no one gonna stop you.

And I met a certain crowd that started
buying a shit-ton of metal.

Six-shooter shells, automatic semis,
you name it.

Anyway...

they kept expanding and I kept selling.

We got to talk and decided to merge our
ventures.

Whenever I crossed county lines or a
border for a client, rival or not...

I'd drop a little merchandise off for
them.

You're an arms dealer.

Who sells drugs, Ricky?

I sell products that sell themselves.

That's one way to put it.

So what do you need me for?

I'm a good old boy
in a nice truck that

doesn't get pulled over
by highway patrol or...

piss off any other cartels or MCs that
route through the truck stop state.

I need another one.

I'm not a drug runner.

You do the same thing
as one every day of the

week, just different
product in your trunk.

What I sold was legal.

Sure shit was.

Now you're here.

Risks?

Getting caught.

How much?

I'll make a call.

I expected you earlier.

Well, you know how it is.

Well, you always say that, and I never do.

This him?

Yeah.

Lewis, John, me, Cliff.

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen.

You fucking kidding me?

Oh, you know I don't care when it comes to
money.

You'd show up at
Ruby's, knock on the door,

and they'd know the
fucking DEA was there.

Or he was just some schlub peddling
aluminum siding.

Well, Ruby knows that the, uh, feds
don't put their norks in Hager slacks.

And I've peddled aluminum siding.

You never show up unannounced.

Travel I-90?

All the time.

How often?

A dozen times, maybe more.

The past year?

The past week.

Well, listen, John, Cliff's, uh, he's...
I'm used to a route and a routine.

I know every motel owner, burger flipper,
and waitress from here to Baker.

Nobody's ever asked or wanted to know what
was in my trunk.

And if they did?

All they'd find is a bunch of hard zappers
and boxes.

Well, he's the perfect cover.

Middle-aged schlub driving a shitty
Bonneville.

Oldsmobile.

Yeah.

It doesn't fucking matter what kind of car
you drive.

The only thing that matters is that you
are a man that no one would expect.

Did you expect me tonight?

Put balls on this guy.

What do you think?

I'll put my take on it.

Anything goes wrong, it's yours.

Oh, shit.

All right.

Ricky, you ride with him.

Make sure this sighting salesman just
doesn't get up to anything.

Yeah.

Well, I can't.

I'm driving up to Kalispell.

San Antonio.

Thing is, uh, Antonio wouldn't be seen
driving with Northern Exposure over here.

Slim.

San Slim.

Yeah.

Skin color matches the profession.

All right.

Come on.

Give me your keys.

It's your carrying.

It isn't yours.

It's ours.

And we don't like anybody that takes
what's ours.

Anybody who takes
what's ours, we find anything

remotely close to them,
and we take it back.

Now, I'm gonna say this once.

And only once.

You fuck with us.

And you and everything you are connected
to will die.

You got me?

You don't have to acknowledge.

You don't have to say you agree.

You don't have to nod your head.

The second I tell Antonio you're here to
let you up, you are in agreement.

And you and I, we are in a deal.

Fuck.

Carl will be ready tomorrow.

Isn't Dickinson Jim's territory?

Just overflow.

Jim needs some help, and so if anything
comes of it, then we'll split commissions.

Are you going through Grass Range?

Probably I-92 Billings.

You should call her.

My cell schedule's really tough, so I just...
I don't know if there's gonna be time.

Well, you haven't seen the boys in a
while.

You know, it's been rough for them.

It's been rough for us.

But you know we have each other to get
through it.

And she doesn't.

Ruby's happens tomorrow.

Slim knows where you need to be.

You drop it off, you bring it back.

That's all there is to it.

Okay, um, we'll be safe.

I don't give a fuck about your safety.

You bring the bricks to Ruby's.

You get the money, everyone will be happy.

More than you expected.

How often does the unexpected happen?

.

.

.

I didn't take you for a country fan.

You like me?

.

Can I get some ketchup, please?

.

Next rest stop, pull over.

.

There's a gas station just a couple miles
up the road.

Next rest stop.

Not before.

We're gonna take a piss.

Wait.

What?

What is that?

Don't know.

It's been on us since lunch.

Where's your gun?

In the glove box.

Just be friendly.

And don't lean forward.

Howdy.

Howdy.

You have a light?

No, sorry, I don't smoke.

He's got a light.

Huh.

Most appreciated.

Where are you coming from?

Bozeman?

Close.

Three Forks.

Yeah, no, I know it well.

Lewis and Clark Inn.

Got great cinnamon rolls.

That so?

Okay.

Cool.

Thanks, fellas.

Yeah, sure thing.

Keep it where you can reach.

Don't you think that's a little exposed?

Nope.

Ford Bronco, I think.

Or a Blazer.

Brown.

Mid-80s, maybe.

I don't think so.

Just a kid sucking on Winston.

Asked us for a light.

Thank you.

If he was going to hit us, he would have
done it then and there.

I guess that's when I would have done it.

Uh, the keys?

I was going to take the car.

The car stays.

I'm going to meet someone.

No one's stopping you.

What are you doing?

Jump off the car.

Shoot him.

Oh.

Oh.

Back up.

There you go.

Your boys have gotten big.

Hey, Simon.

How's it going, buddy?

Good to see you.

Get over there.

I'll take you for your game.

How you doing, Kyle?

I'm fine.

You still playing hockey?

Yeah.

Hey, boys.

Why don't you go outside and play?

I kept hoping that you'd stop.

That I'd be on shift.

And you'd walk through the doors.

We'd pick up where we left off.

Just a quick trip to come visit our
godsons and check up on you.

See how you're doing.

The same feeling I got when you called.

That it was about us.

That you remembered what we had.

I never forgot what we had.

No?

No.

Forgetting is different than hiding.

One's innocent and the other's a
deception.

Well, you had a lot more to hide than just
us.

Mark got involved with Meridian because we
needed money.

So did you.

I know.

He was helping his friend and his family.

Amy sent us money.

Did you know that?

Rebecca, come on.

Look, we both knew it was a mistake.

But I loved you.

You didn't even say goodbye.

Does she know you're here?

Yeah.

She does.

Keeping her in the dark is what you do
best.

Telling me that I'm okay.

So are the kids.

That she should save her money for her own
family.

I'm glad she's doing okay.

Yeah, me too.

Are you in Dickinson?

No, I'm headed there now.

Travel safe and call me when you get
there.

I love you.

Yeah, alright.

I love you too.

I love you too.

Where's Ricky?

He couldn't make it.

Fuck, brother.

I... I'm going.

I'm going.

I'm going.

I'm going.

I'm going.

I'm going.

I'm going.

You're going.

You're going.

What the fuck, Ricky?

That's

for a fucking school, man!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Shit!

Woo!

Fuck!

What the fuck?

You don't look so good.

Where were you?

How the fuck did you even get there?

Don't worry about it.

You needed me.

Everyone was looking
at me, so they weren't

paying attention to what
you were doing, right?

Man, you're acting like it's you who's
done me a favor.

If it weren't for me,
you'd still be in that

fucking strip joint,
eating a burger alone.

Quit your moment.

You presented a solution to my problem.

Of what?

Of fucking over your partner?

I needed you.

So I could be halfway
across the state selling ammo

to the same cartel they're
gonna think killed Snap.

You happy?

So what?

This is part of some fucking plan?

One part, yeah.

Fucking kidding me.

Put it right here.

Shit.

Fuck.

You plan on killing me next?

Huh?

If it was a tweaker who would have snorted
all that by sundown, I'd do him a favor.

He kept good tabs on you, though.

Why not tell me from the start?

Because you can only
sell a lie about something

you've done, Cliff, not
something you're about to do.

Yeah, well, you sold that lie pretty
fucking well.

I didn't sell shit.

I just put you in the ring.

You let me in on the full sale.

And I'm walking with that duffel bag.

Hey, easy.

Easy.

I'm sure your gun is right where Slim told
you to put it.

As far as hombres go, Slim wasn't one of
the worst.

The fact of the matter
is, you don't keep your

gun under your front
seat, you keep it on you.

Wouldn't it be easier if my back was
turned?

I don't care which way you're facing.

You tell me what you have in mind.

And I'll tell you whether or not I want to
be a part of it.

Yeah, well, if puking your
guts out for the last hour and

a half is calming, then
yeah, I'm pretty fucking calm.

Listen, I'm not sure of anything.

All I know is there
were shaved heads and

Slim yelled something
like that before I ran.

I didn't do anything.

I didn't feel right.

Like fucking clockwork.

More like my old self.

My younger self.

You see this shit?

Television marketing.

It's gonna make men like you think of the
past.

You think what you're doing doesn't have
an expiration date?

Of course it does.

Why do you think I'm doing this?

Get out.

Get out big.

Well, anyway, I saved two good old boys by
the nine o'clock.

Hello, you've reached Cliff.

Amy and Daniel.

Hey, Slim's two.

Grab everything you got.

Yeah, that's right.

Same place, two.

Tomorrow at eight.

Bring enough for the wholesale.

Where to?

Easier if I drive.

Where to?

Left out a lot.

Don't you want a fucking headdress?

There's a house here in Billings.

A place where I have the upper hand.

Satisfied?

These all look empty.

Well, according to the building
department.

About a seam occupied or about to be the
loaner off the American Dream.

Buy a house in cash, instant equity.

Cash you out loan from your
banker who cares more about

numbers than he does the home
you're supposed to live behind.

And bam, you're clean.

Build a bunch like McClein here and wash,
rinse, repeat.

They didn't leave your clients more money
for guns and drugs.

Not always about where the money comes
from, but where it goes.

Is this one yours?

Not yet.

What you did to that kid?

I'm slim.

How do I know you're not going to do that
to me?

Well, you should be thanking me that kid's
gone.

He was the only other one except for me
that knew about Mark's wife.

I knew you two were buds, but I didn't
know you were banging her.

That was a long time ago.

Yeah.

That's the way you want to play it.

You know, I'll never know where that son
of a bitch Mark joined us.

He joined us because I asked him to.

Fuck.

Let me get this straight.

That man killed himself because of
something you told him to do.

And you were fucking his wife.

Fuck, that's cold.

Yeah, shit.

Well...

He was a godsend at first, and then...

And then you invited too many people on
and you made this scheme too big.

Yeah, of course I made it big.

Making it big makes us money.

You made Mark take the fall.

And I'm thankful for that.

And you should be too.

Every scheme needs a scapegoat.

Doesn't owe you his one.

It's always best if it's the man closest
to the accounts.

So the kid...

is slim.

And Mark...

They were just another way out.

Another route.

Another loose end.

One less share to dole out and take your
pick.

Which one of those have you chosen for me?

None.

How do I know that?

I left the guarantee business long time
ago.

But I'll make an exception for you.

If I wanted you gone...

You'd be gone.

I need a piss.

1031 Crestwood Drive.

Because I know when it's in my best
interest to tell the truth.

Look, you told me that you don't like when
people take what's yours, right?

Well, Ricky did just that.

Nothing's taken yet.

Especially since I'm telling you how to
get it back.

Well, then I'll expect
that you'll... Hey.

Go on.

Then I'll expect that you'll be leaving
soon.

This is why you don't want to get married.

I'm gonna run off and check in.

She's expecting her thing?

No.

She trusts me, so...

She never does.

You owe me four bucks.

You want it right now?

Hey, what did that, uh...

What did that guy, Curtis... What did he
have inscribed on his desk black and green?

Patience with persistence.

That was it.

Uh, some bullshit engraved in brass.

He sold a lot.

Not more than any of us.

He sold to his old college buddies.

Just pushed a POS form to any pecker from
Alpha Beta and they'd sign.

Persistence my ass.

You want to keep on?

Sell the hardest thing to the most
pig-headed man in the room.

You ever do that?

Yeah, what was it?

What was it?

I'm not talking about product.

What was your hardest sell?

At Meridian?

Anywhere.

Any time.

Man, you know whom I was?

Selling some cooked-up memory of my old
man to my stubborn-ass mule grandma.

First time...

When my mom was driving, we were getting
our story straight.

You know, the level of detail was
important, she always said.

You embellish it too much, you can't keep
track of it all.

Not enough...

or she'll sniff out a lot.

Yeah.

And my mom always sent me in first and my
grandma would fuss over me.

Pouring up...

piss-worn Dr. Pepper while I convinced her
the bruises were from something else.

That her...

darling boy would never thrash me or my
mom.

Never steal embalming fluid just to get
fucking hot.

Never run off.

And if he did, he'd come back again.

Well...

These times she bought what I hustled,
the ball was raised.

Said I had to work twice as hard for the
next sale.

The next, uh... next lie.

Yeah.

That was my hardest sell.

Selling those lies to that
old woman for years just

to protect some son-of-a-bitch
she used to beat on me.

You didn't peddle trust.

You sold her hope.

Ignorance more like it.

Sometimes that's just as valuable.

You see...

You sold her what she wanted to hear.

The truth she needed.

It's the same thing I sell my wife.

And will continue to sell until I need her
to stop buying.

There's a world that she deserves.

Until I can get that for her, all I can do
is keep my story straight, keep the

details, so that I remain the provider
that she thinks I am.

I'm just like you, Ricky.

Setting one up to make the next one more
challenging.

That's what a good salesman does.

Takes that lie...

and turns around and sells it himself.

Maybe we should get that engraved in
brass, put it on our desk.

I don't think you'll be sitting behind a
desk for a while.

Yeah, no shit.

Neither of us will be.

So you got us doing this here?

Yeah.

All right.

We can do business?

Knew we could.

How many?

Thirty for five hundred grand.

That's a steal.

You're the one on the shit end of that
stick.

Then your hands are clean for a damn good
price.

Yeah.

It comes cheap, it comes with problems.

The price is low.

And that's all there is to it.

All right.

Show him.

Fuck!

Lewis!

It's John and Lewis!

They just showed up!

Fuck!

Show him!

Fuck.

Hold up.

Fuck!

I'm sorry.

It went well.

Really well.

He'll have these.

Especially this one.

Yeah.

And we all have them in our lives.

A modern form of the gigantic Philistine.

And it's a defining moment to face our
Goliaths.

To battle him over and over because we
don't have slings.

We don't have stones.

We have God.

Honesty.

Those around us.

There will be moments when you need to
face your Goliath.

And decide whether to put on the armor of
Christ or allow yourself to succumb.

And that defining moment was told in
Ephesians chapter 6, verses 11 through 13.

It reads, Therefore put on the full armor
of God, so that when the day of evil

comes, you may be able to stand your
ground.

And that day of evil will come.

You need to ask, will you fight?

Will you arm yourself with God?

With courage?

Arm yourself with honesty?

Will you decide to stand your ground?

From the people who sing the songs From
the people who live the life And the

people who get along And a bottle of rum
From the demon that always lurks For the

demon that does me wrong For the fury that
is my wife And the struggle that is my

song Oh, it gets me down sometimes It gets
me down but only A little look around and

I find That I'm not so lonely We're in the
same boat, brother We're in the same boat,

brother And my image has come From the
pleasure I had before From the pleasure

I'm still to know From the pleasure my
dreams provide And the pleasure that I

bestow And a bottle of rum For the trouble
that's at my door For the trouble where'er

I go The misfortunes that I abide And the
courage I'm trying to show It gets me down

sometimes It gets me down but only A
little look around and I find That I'm not

so lonely We're in the same boat,
brother We're in the same boat,

brother And my image has come From the
woman that's on my knee From the woman

that's in my head From the
woman out in the sun And

the woman that shares
my bed And a bottle of rum

For the broken love's misery For a love
that has grown dead For a love spent

foolishly And delusions that I've been fed
Oh, it gets me down sometimes It gets me

down but only A little look around and I
find That I'm not so lonely We're in the

same boat, brother We're in the same boat,
brother My image has come From the world

in which I live From the world I love so
well From the world of change and light

And the Lord of which I tell And a bottle
of rum For the feelings I cannot give For

the feelings my fears impel The screams of
frog-filled nights And the time that's

spent in hell Oh, it gets me down
sometimes It gets me down but only A

little look around and I find That I'm not
so lonely We're in the same boat,

brother We're in the same boat,
brother We're in the same boat,

brother We're in the same boat,
brother

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