All language subtitles for Boardwalk.Empire.S03E02.720p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H.264-KiNGS

How, big chief.
Which way to the Little Big Horn?

- He sends you?

Sharp as ever.
No luggage, right?

Very rustic here.

They ever let you out?

Fresh air?

Okay, long ride. Don't want
to cover everything at once.

I can't drive if we hold hands.

Let me ask you
something, Mickey.

How the fuck
are you still alive?

'Cause I'm valuable.
I bring people together.

They appreciate that.

You're a backstabbing shit.

No wonder we get along.

Look, Eli, things have changed.

Nucky... hard man
to get to these days.

Can't just walk in
and put your feet up.

A lot of hoops.

And the Munya thing...
that did not help.

What thing?

Oh, just someone
shot his face off.

But who?

Why?
Big question mark.

So nobody just walks in.

But he told me,
"Go fetch my brother.

Get him set up."

What the fuck are you
babbling about?

You...

work for me.

Doing what?

Well, that's my decision,
ain't it?

Eli.

Come on, now.
Don't be a jaboney.

What are you gonna do?

There's no one else
coming for you.

Got you some joe.

Hot enough?
'Cause I... no?

Okay, fine.

So what are we doing, boss?

Another night?

Back to New York?

I mean, I'm just asking.

They got nice little
pastries in there, too.

Can't get too much
of a head start, can you?

Help you, sir?

We're here, right?

Tabor Heights.

- Atlantic City is here.
- Mm-hmm.

New York is here.

And this...

That's the ocean.

And one inch equals 10 miles.

The scale.

How's that?

The scale of the map.

That's what it's called?

Usually.

Sometimes it's not called that?

No, pretty much
always the scale.

A lot of traffic.

Yeah, the truck route to New York.

It's almost seven inches.

Huh?

Oh, right.

Good business?

Till they finish
that new highway,

we're the last gas
till Staten Island.

What's he got in there?

- The truck?
- Yeah.

I... fish?

Says fish.
Could be something else.

That come off the ocean, right?

I wouldn't have
a clue about that.

Who would?

Sorry?

Who would have a clue?

The sheriff, maybe?

He keeps an eye on things.

Sheriff.

He's what, on a horse
or something?

No, he's got a Chevrolet.

I'm supposed to pump gas.

- Hey.
- Sir?

What's a decent place
for chow around here?

Blood pouring out of her.

- Really?
- And she staring right at me,

close as you are now.

I didn't know what to do.

What could you do?

At least she was in
the hospital.

- Yes.
- If that has to happen.

Did she try and take
care of it herself?

- I mean, you hear about...
- It wasn't that.

It was an infection
from raw milk.

- My God.
- She didn't know.

She didn't know
the first thing about it.

It's pasteurized.

The Irish fellow, ma'am.

Visitors are announced
by name, Philip.

He's not really
visiting, is he?

Come in, Mr. Sleater.

Thanks.
Ladies.

You know Miss Predock.

You were at the New Year's do.

You don't remember me.

Mr. Sleater's
quite observant.

And Mrs. Thompson aims
to keep me on my toes.

I'm going to freshen up.

- And whenever you're ready, we'll...
- Thank you.

If there was a household
account at the bank,

you'd be spared the trip.

This is how he wants
to manage it.

Will you be speaking
with him today?

I can get him word.

He has the St. Gregory award from
the diocese for our generosity.

The bishop presents it.

Quite the honor.

Can't very well
be turned down

and it's awkward
if he doesn't attend.

I can make some excuse,
but they need an answer, so...

I'll see he's told.

Good girl.

- Emily's thriving?
- Well.

- Never as bad as the worst.
- Ah.

So your mom said that, too.

And yourself?

Plenty to keep me occupied.

You're planning for the spring?

The hospital grounds.

I have business
there, actually.

I can give you a lift
if you'd like.

Cornelia's driving me.

All taken care of, then.

Let me go.

Let me go.
It's leaking.

- I don't care.
- Stop it.

- Stop it! I'm ticklish!
- Stay here.

- Stop!
- I'm not doing anything.

- It's gonna overflow.
- I don't care.

- What are you do...?
- Stop.

Fine, fine.

Don't move.

You look like
a White Rock Girl.

That's sweet.
Now make yourself useful

and fetch a dish towel.

You're gonna take this and you're
gonna pour it down the tub.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Okay.

You got it?

Hello?

Oh, it's you.

No, I can't right now.

Because I'm pickling
some peppers, silly.

Yeah, I bet you would.

Think she ever gets laid?

Who?

The White Rock Girl.

I'm sure she has her admirers.

Yeah, but think about it.

Those little wings would
get crushed in a second.

Unless...

She likes to be on top.

Maybe she uses them to hover.

It'd be like screwing
a hummingbird.

Screwing a hummingbird.

♪ She flits, she flies ♪

♪ She twirls in the air ♪

♪ My little hummingbird ♪

♪ She's my joy ♪

♪ My laughter ♪

♪ My love and my luck ♪

♪ But, Jesus Christ,
fellas ♪

♪ She's too small
to fuck. ♪

Hey, you know,
maybe I could have

one of the boys work
that number out for me.

Not so blue, obviously.

Billie Kent,

The Little Hummingbird.

And the gag is,

every time a good-looking
fella gets close to me...

What's got into you?

Hmm?

You're not getting
gloomy, are you, Gus?

Hey, didn't we
just have some fun?

I have to meet a man
at the Hotel Astor.

Very mysterious.

I'll see you later?

Why else am I in New York?

Such a good liar.

And I'm going
to call your landlord.

- Don't.
- You have a flood in here.

I just hate to bother
Mr. Rothstein.

Whereas I love
to bother Mr. Rothstein.

Well, then,

might as well tell him the whole
place could use a coat of paint.

I don't want to interrupt
your work, sir.

What time we open up,
Mr. Purnsley?

Club don't serve a whiskey
before 10:00 PM.

Maybe you come back
around then.

Got that professor
up from Kansas City.

He beat that old girl
something fierce.

How you doing in school,
Master Samuel?

I'm working hard.

Graduate in two
and a half years.

Be a doctor.

Bet your parents
must be proud.

They own that boardinghouse
over on Mediterranean

with the nice rooms
for respectable folk.

They have always held you
in high regard.

What you come to say, son?

I think Maybelle is a
wonderful, young woman, sir.

Thank her mama for that.

My feelings for her
are deep and sincere.

I intend to make a place
for myself in this world.

I would like Maybelle
by my side as I do.

You talk to Maybelle
about this?

I thought it most proper
for me to speak to you first.

A doctor, huh?

How 'bout you doctor me?

Is something bothering you?

I don't know.

I ain't no doctor, am I?

I didn't bring
any of my instruments.

But if you'll allow me...

I find it easier to measure
the pulse here.

Breathe.

Okay.

Open your mouth for me, please.

Ahh.

Ahh.

May I have your hands, sir?

You have a mineral deficiency.

These white spots on the nails.

Is it bad?

You might eat more
leafy vegetables.

Go in the back and tell Augusta

to fix up
a big plate of greens.

Am I suitable,
Mr. White?

Welcome to the family, son.

Mrs. Shearer?

I'm sure you
don't remember me.

I'm Margaret Thompson.

I was visiting here when you...

had your difficulty.

I lost a little one.

Yes, I'm sorry.

How are you feeling now?

Well, I can't be lazing about
in bed days on end.

You lost quite a lot of blood.

You're a nurse?

I'm with a group that's
trying to find better ways

for the hospital to look
after our patients.

I don't have complaints.

All the sisters
were nice mostly.

And Dr. Cheever?

Did he offer any advice

about how to tend
to yourself in future?

I don't need him telling me,

not after bringing nine
into this world.

Five that lived.

I have two of my own,
a son and daughter.

Mr. Shearer was set
on another boy

after three girls in a row.

What does your husband do?

We'll pay the bill, ma'am.
I promise you that.

That's not why I asked.

Then why do you
need to know?

I'm simply trying to get a sense
of what your life is like.

Well, no disrespect,

but I don't see that being
any business of yours.

Hello?

Hello?

In the bowl.

Just put the money
in the bowl.

I'm not doing that.

I'd appreciate it
if you did.

$40,000 and I don't know
who I'm giving it to?

Man:It's the entire essence
of the system.

I'm leaving.

Forgive my informal appearance.

It is unconscionably
warm in here.

You are?

My general preference
is to remain anonymous.

But... Gaston Bullock Means.

Special Investigator, United
States Department of Justice.

Where is Jess Smith?

Jess Smith is
conspicuously absent.

How is that an answer?

The client enters.

The payment is placed
in the bowl.

The client leaves.
Who has seen whom?

No one has seen anybody.

And the Republic
survives another day.

This is your idea?

It has the twin virtues
of simplicity and mystery.

It strikes me as idiotic.

Well, that is
your prerogative.

Mr. Thompson, did you not
make prior arrangements

with Messrs. Smith
and Daugherty in regards

to certain services
and protections?

And were you not given
exact instructions

as to where and when this
transaction would take place?

I was.

And are we not now both

growing older on
a brisk winter's day

in the great port of New York,

eager to see where
fate leads us next?

What is going on
with Smith and Daugherty?

My understanding is that they
are no more than close friends,

base rumors to the contrary.

That's not what I meant.

I know what you meant.

But that would be
another conversation

in a different room.

What would that cost?

How would you judge
a man you could buy

within five minutes
of meeting him?

I wouldn't trust him
for a second.

Well, then, we are face to face

with paradox.

Consider me an admirer,
Mr. Thompson.

Ordinary men avoid trouble.

Extraordinary men turn it
to their advantage.

You and I have that in common.

Hello?

Hello?

Would you do me the favor

of waiting till
Mr. Remus leaves

and then exit by that door?

Thank you.

Oh, and regards
to Mr. Rothstein.

I believe you're
seeing him later.

- Come in.

Am I interrupting?

Why would I say
"come in" if you were?

You tried to tell me
something the other day.

I'm afraid I wasn't
very receptive.

And?

And it's been bothering me.

I've looked in
on Mrs. Shearer.

The E. Coli case.

Yes, the E. Coli case.

What's your impression?

She's rather a difficult
person, frankly.

Perhaps she's wary
of well-meaning strangers.

Have I done something
to offend you?

Why do you ask?

You just might find it
useful to be a bit warmer.

Because you're on the board?

I meant with people
in general.

How do you know how I am
with people in general?

Let's say I'm forming
an impression.

Perhaps your perception

regarding
my supposed brusqueness

comes out of a sense
of frustration.

Whose?
Mine?

- I'm frustrated?
- Are you?

You have a maddening way.

Perhaps it has something to do with the
care we offer women like Mrs. Shearer.

- Or don't.
- You're doing it again.

- Doing what?
- Blaming me for something.

What would I be
blaming you for?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Then I'm really not sure
what this conversation is about.

You gave me quite a severe
lecture the other day

and I'm here to see if there's
something I might do about it.

- I don't know what cause you have
to resent me. - I don't have any...

Although I'm fairly
certain it has to do

with your assumption that I am
rich, spoiled, and indifferent.

- You...
- I'm not finished.

If you have a proposal for helping
the women who come to this hospital,

instead of simply a bad habit
of flinging pointed barbs

at people you dislike and
feeling pleased with yourself,

then I would very much
like to hear it.

It's a Catholic hospital.

You knew that when you
spoke to me last time.

How do you propose
to persuade Dr. Landau?

I don't propose
to persuade him at all.

- May I ask exactly what...
- You may not.

Anything else?

Yes. Please refrain
from smoking that pipe

or buy better tobacco.

Whatever you stuff
in there is appalling.

We filled up.
What are we hanging around for?

I run a tight operation, Eli.

I don't need any guff from
the fellas that work for me.

I don't work for you.

I hear there are
opportunities out west.

Hop a rail.
Godspeed.

Look,

I just want to go home,
see June and the kids.

That you will,
after we do this.

You kept me waiting, Victor.

I have a town to patrol.

Those Methodists
keeping you up at night?

I find trouble around here
comes from the outside.

Well, we got a convoy
coming through tomorrow night.

We don't want
no trouble neither.

The other half?

With the convoy,
same as always.

You know Nucky's good for it.

Tank yourselves up
and head on through.

I don't want to see any of
your boys lounge around Main,

near the beaches,
or the coast road.

You head on through.

What if they need to pray?

Something on your mind?

You don't remember me?

You were up and down
this shore 10 years ago

looking for any job
with a badge.

Well, I found one.

Tomorrow night,
fill up your trucks

and move on through.

You take care now,
Sheriff Thompson.

What was it like?

Just a little roadhouse
off campus.

And you played piano there?

It's not so much a piano as it
is a packing crate with keys,

but yes.

And you do that King and
Carter number, don't you?

Maybelle Anne,
jazz is the devil's music.

And no self-respecting negro
would go near it.

Oh, Father.

Are we called to dinner?

Lester, I need
to talk to your sister.

Go down and help set up.

Yes, sir.

I'll give you those
Claude McKay poems.

- They're worth a look.
- Okay.

Your beau came to see me today.

I know.

He called here afterwards.

Your mom ain't saying nothing.

I haven't told her.

Samuel's awful sweet, isn't he?

Very respectful.

He's going to be a good doctor.

Good husband, too.

How old were you
when you married Mama?

Going on 26.

And when you saw her,

you knew.

I knew she wouldn't
give me the time of day.

I knew her daddy
tell everybody he meet

that I be half Apache
and such and a no-account

all 'cause I come up
from Texas,

worked the storefront
for old Oscar Boneau.

What changed Grandpa's mind?

He run into some problems,
so I help him out.

- How?
- Don't matter how.

He see he could
count on me.

I be on the side
of the family.

Now this man of yours
gonna be a doctor.

That's good for us...

for this family.

- What about me?
- Ain't you part of it?

Daddy, I don't want
to just move

from this house
into someone else's.

It's gonna be your house.

You and husband.

And your little ones.

I'm not ready for that.

Oh, girl, it ain't gonna
happen right away.

I'm never
gonna be ready.

Not with Samuel.

Your mama work for this.

Work all her days
to raise you for this.

- She married you.
- What that mean?

You're interesting.

How did you help Grandpa?

I won't tell.

Did you get rid of someone?

Think me and you having
some kind of discussion?

It's my life, Daddy.

And how you
gonna live it? Huh?

What, back seat of a car,

swagger buck with a pistol,
wife two county over?

Why not?

I'll write a poem about it.

Them people can't even
sign they own name.

And your life,
your life belong...

Mama says dinner.

You marrying that boy.

So tomorrow morning,
8:00 sharp.

Big shipment for Rothstein.

Go fuck yourself.

You have a nice night, too.

- Bri?
- Hi, Pop.

Look at you.

- Daddy!
- Oh!

Who are all these beauties

and these handsome young men?

Hey, Edith.

Someone too big for a hug?

Welcome home, Dad.

Where'd you get that grip?

- I don't know.
- He's been working in a lumberyard.

Nobody told me that.

June:You had enough
to worry about.

Evening, everybody.

Cold out there, huh?

Miss.

What's good?

Oh, everything.
It's all made here.

Spaghetti and meatballs.

Tell me about that.

It's like a noodle.

Mm-hmm.

And it's covered
in a red sauce.

But you could have it
with butter instead.

And balls of meat like this.

Sounds delicious.
I'll have that.

With the butter or the sauce?

The sauce.

Make it two.

And you know what
I'd like with that?

Just a little wine, hmm?

Oh.

We don't have that.
It's against the law.

Still, in the back,
inside the cupboard...

behind the sody-pop.

You know what's good here?

The coffee.

Brew it fresh
every half-hour.

Best thing
on a night like this.

Okay.
Thank you.

We'll have spaghetti
and coffee.

Keep you nice and warm
on the road.

No driving tonight.

Staying in Tabor Heights?

We're over at
the Kinneret Lodge.

Not much going on here
this time of year.

Asbury Park, Atlantic City,
that's where the action is.

That's 60 miles.

Or you could head
back to New York.

How you know
we're from New York?

Call it a hunch.

Better than Mama's, huh?

What do you know about
this Means fella?

He's a colorful personality.

I don't need to get wrapped up
in Harry Daugherty's mess.

Do you?

The protection is valuable.

The cost is insignificant overall.

They're collecting money
in a fishbowl.

I'd never advise
against caution,

considering the ongoing
volatility in the marketplace.

If you're poking around Manny
Horvitz, why don't you just say so?

Do you have a suspect?

Waxey Gordon comes to mind.

- Naturally.
- But it's not Waxey,

because Waxey would
have to clear it with you,

and you would have said no because
you're in business with me.

That could be what
I want you to think.

It could, but I doubt it.

How can you be sure?

Because if you were
trying to be obvious,

you'd never be
that obvious.

This is why I enjoy
our conversations.

But I do hope you're paying
equally close attention

to our arrangement.

There's a shipment
going out tonight.

We agreed on the fourth.

That's tonight.

It's tomorrow, Mr. Thompson.

Of course it is.
My mistake.

Well,

a man's allowed to enjoy
himself every now and then.

I've got people
on top of it, Arnold.

That's why I pay them.

As long as they have calendars.

Your radiators leak.

West 57th Street.

Miss Kent's building.

You own it.

You might want to protect
your investment.

Are you looking to rent?

East of the park
would suit you better.

What are you implying?

She's a charming

and vivacious young woman.

- Prudence.
- Yes, ma'am?

Mr. Thompson has
a morning suit.

The striped trousers
and cutaway jacket.

Do you know where it is?

No, but I'm sure I can find it.

Check that it's sound
and have it cleaned.

He's going to need it
when he meets the bishop.

Oh, did you not
get the message, ma'am?

What message?

Mr. Thompson, he left word that he
won't be attending the ceremony.

Clean the suit anyway.

I'm afraid he's mistaken.

Will.

Hi, Pop.

I was up.
Didn't want to wake your mother.

- What are you doing?
- Going to work.

Nothing for breakfast?

There's coffee
and donuts at the yard.

Not enough for a growing boy.

I'll be okay.

Look, uh....

what you done here

for your mom, brothers,
and sisters...

I'm proud of you.

It's nothing, Pop.

I'm home now.

And I'm gonna, you know,

get back on the horse.

So you don't have
to do this anymore.

I'm pretty used to it.

You should be in school.
You got your mother's brains.

I've been learning plenty.

No, science, math.

Hey.

I read Shakespeare.

Can you beat that?

Thine old pop.

That's the boss.
He picks me up.

Happy two birthdays ago.

Pretty keen.

I got to go, Pop.

Keep it moving, fellas.
Everything ready to go by sundown.

Fit a whole 'nother
row up there.

Big shipment tonight, huh?

Nothing gets past you.

Where's it headed?

Maybe you don't understand
the principle.

We pay you prohees
not to ask questions.

I haven't been paid yet.

You know what's goofy?

Cash business like this,

come the end of the day...

I still got empty pockets.

I found him
hanging around outside.

8:00 AM I said.

I'm here now.

No, but I don't get it.

I'm dressed
as a hummingbird, Vi.

And every time
she gets near a fella...

But how do the wings move?

That is someone else's problem.

But let's say...

let's say I get it into
the Passing Show this year.

You're going to be in that show
and everyone's going to love you,

but what'll happen to me?

- Well, you, maybe...
- Hummingbird's best friend.

Sure!

We could have
a whole routine.

They leave the nest and, um...

Wind up in a speak
where they finish off

a whole bottle of nectar
and comedy ensues.

- When do we start?

I'll talk to Lee
Shubert tomorrow.

You know Lee Shubert?

- Oh, buzz-buzz, Vi.
- What?

Close your mouth.
Something might fly in.

Right back.

Don't drink
everything without me.

I had walking pneumonia
last summer.

She sat with me every day.

Bought groceries.
Made soup.

So you have to be nice to her.

You have to.

I don't
usually drink stuff this good

because, well, a lot
of the guys, you know,

they dress real slick
and flash a big bankroll,

but, brother,
they watch the meter.

And then you find
yourself at 4:00 AM

in some god-awful
apartment in Yorkville

looking for your stockings.

I wasn't suggesting that you...

Don't concern yourself.

Guess who I just ran into.

His Great Satanic Majesty,

- the Spider of Wall Street.
- No.

Oh, he's not so bad.

That is not what
you said last month.

People change their minds.

I got a letter yesterday
from that vicious,

dried-up bitch in Muncie...
oops, I mean my mother.

Sends me a story
cut out from "Collier's."

Guess what it's called.

- I can't imagine.
- Me neither.

"Sad Nights of a Showgirl."

Why is that funny?

Your attention, please.

Thank you.

This convoy is headed
north for New York City.

We're making exactly two stops.

The first will be the Standard Oil
station in Tabor Heights, New Jersey,

to refill with petrol.

The next will be the Rothmere
Storage Corporation,

62 Imlay Street
in the borough of Brooklyn.

Two men in every cab.
Second man will be armed.

If you're arrested,
you know nothing.

Any questions?

Then those that are done,
line up for your pay.

Back in town.

Turns out they let you go
if you ask polite.

I'll tell Mr. Thompson
you're situated.

You're the golden boy now, huh?

I see things run smoothly, aye.

Extra 50 for the trip
to New York.

I didn't come for a handout.

Suit yourself.

Anyway,

I don't have a piece.

Why don't you drink?

I'm drinking.

I'm having fun.

It's why people come here.

If you don't
want to marry me...

Speak up.
Yell.

Yell. Yell!
Can't you do that?

I said, if you don't want...

if you don't
want to marry me...

then why don't you just
come out and say it?

Pardon me. Can you watch
what you're doing, sir?

You watch this.

Samuel!

Daddy!

Keep playing.

Chalky:What in the hell
you doing here?

You okay to walk?

Then walk.
Take her with you.

That man needs help.

You ain't gonna
be giving it to him.

Look at me, girl.

Look at me!

You interested now?

Am I interesting now?

Pumps are locked.

What are we doing?

You tell me.

Sickles ain't here.
Let's just blow through.

Don't you need gas?

Find it up the line.

I'll not take eight lorries
on an Easter egg hunt

and risk getting
stranded along the way.

Forward or back?
I'm freezing my nuts off.

Probably a key inside.

- That's private property.
- Jesus, Victor, buy a watch already.

- And unlock the pumps.
- What's in those trucks?

Same as always.

Well, if it's liquor,
there's a problem.

Since when?

Since he read
the Constitution.

They passed a whole amendment.

What brings you here,
Mr. Rosetti?

Who?

I called you by your name.

I think you got me
mixed up.

No, I'm, uh...

D.L. Collingsworth.

Proprietor.

Really?

Yeah, we go way back
around here.

Slept with George Washington
and everything.

Eight trucks, huh?

A lot of gasoline.

So?
We're good for it.

Sure, only thing,

we don't got any.

You've no fuel?

And here it is,
a filling station.

That makes me chuckle.

We'll gas up, we'll pay
you, and we'll drive on.

What's that?

A gun?

I got a gun.

I got a gun,

he got a gun,

he got a gun.

Everybody got guns.

Fellas,

you ain't gonna make
New York tonight.

- You're gonna run out of gas.

You think Mr. Thompson
won't hear about this?

What was I supposed to do?

Tell Nucky

old Pop Collingsworth
says hello.

Are you trying
to asphyxiate us?

Here we go.

All in the same pan?

Old hobo trick.
Sit down.

You know how to sling 'em.

Had a lot of practice.

Like fun you did.

Cooked for my brother,
sister, my ma,

just to give her a day off.

Watched them eat.

Made sure they'd finish
every scrap.

What about you?

Well, see, I'd only
steal enough for three.

Wasn't Chaplin in that one?

Don't.

Know what I'd like
more than anything else?

What?

For people to be honest
about what they want,

no matter what.

Sounds a little dangerous.

It's dangerous anyway.

I'll bite.

What do you want?

I want

everything to run

all by itself.

Then what would you do?

Stay here.

Forever...

if I could.

Oh, Gus.

You know you can't.

Who's calling?

I said I'd never tell.

And you said you'd never ask.

You reach him?

So, now what?

How many would you
say back there?

I counted 12.

Maybe more.

You trust these men
in a gun battle?

Not for a second.

Arnold Rothstein expects
to get what he pays for.

He won't be getting it tonight.

What's your pleasure, boss?

Turn these rigs around.

We're heading back
to Atlantic City.

♪ I'm in love ♪

♪ I'm in love with
a beautiful gal ♪

♪ That's what's
the matter with me ♪

♪ I'm in love ♪

♪ I'm in love with
a beautiful gal ♪

♪ She don't care
about me ♪

♪ Make her love me,
I tried, Lord ♪

♪ I sighed and I cried ♪

♪ But she just refuses ♪

♪ And ever since
my baby's gone away ♪

♪ I've got them
lovesick blues ♪

♪ I got a feeling
called the blues ♪

♪ O Lord, since my baby
said good-bye ♪

♪ Seems I don't know
what to do ♪

♪ All I do is
sit and cry, O Lord ♪

♪ I got so used
to you somehow ♪

♪ Oh, but now I'm nobody's
sugar daddy now ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm lonesome ♪

♪ Babe, I've got
the lovesick blues, yeah. ♪

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