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Narrator:
Previously on justified...

This is not what we discussed
on the telephone.

I figure you're
good enough that no one

can link the hitters
from last night to you.

Thank you.

Except, of course, for Gary.

He seems like
a bit of a loose end.

I'd leave the country,
but that's entirely up to you.

Are we finished?

As long as you understand that the
next time we have this conversation,

there won't be a conversation.

Devil, you want sugar?

Devil!

Hello, Ava.

It's the top of the first,
Raylan.

Hey, batter, batter,
batter, batter, batter...

Cut him down.

Now, god damn it.

Wait, Raylan!
Come on. Listen to me.

You ain't getting to Loretta
without me, and you know it.

Boyd?

He shot Ava.

I'm gonna need him
for a little bit.

What, are you asking me
or are you telling me?

Makes you feel better,
you can tell people iasked.

I want you to leave this alone.

I want you to leave
it to the authorities.

This is not your problem,
Raylan.

I promise you I will be fine.

Okay. Take me to work.

And go to Harlan.

But I can't promise you

I'm gonna be here
when you get back.

I need you and your boys
to put your guns down.

And why would we do that?

Maybe you don't want to see your
brother's brains fly through the air.

Guys! Cease fire!

Was I speeding? Winona Hawkins?

Yeah.

Ma'am, this is a courtesy stop.

Chief deputy art mullen's
been trying to reach you.

Hey. Hi.

How is he?

He's sleeping right now,
but he's gonna be all right.

The bullet went right through
his side, just under the ribs.

Didn't hit any vitals.

He's a lucky son of a gun.

Look, art, I...

Um...

End of the hall, winona.
First door on the left.

I even tried a cross-pull.

I don't think I've
done that since glynco.

How'd that work for you?

Won't be doing it again.

Did you try lefty?

So I could shoot
the side of a barn?

All right, we'll try one more
week of medical restriction,

and then I'll issue you
some hand grenades.

You're a lucky man, Raylan.

I got shot, art.

Only thing that
saved you was all that

body fat you got going on there.

I'm starting to
feel uncomfortable.

Why? We're alone.

Crowder's here.

Didn't wear your suit.

Boy, you say that
as if I've only got

the one and not
a whole closet full.

I'm sorry. You didn't
wear your black suit.

Well, I can see by the hitch in
your step you're still not 100%.

Yeah. How's Ava?

She's moving not so
different from you.

She's healing.

So, was I right
not to wear my suit?

Well, we don't have
a strict dress code.

Well, it just occurred
to me that

Raylan givens
invites me up to Lexington,

chances are I might
find myself in front

of a judge
before the day is out.

Why? Did you do something
you shouldn't have?

Well, that's
a pretty low bar, Raylan.

Nah, trooper Tom Bergen,
up there in your world,

he says within a day
of mags killing herself,

all her marijuana-drying
sheds got cleaned out.

I wasn't aware that marijuana interdiction
fell under the marshals' purview.

He also said that the floorboards
in the sheds had been torn up,

ceilings pulled down,
walls opened up,

like someone was
looking for something,

which does fall under the marshals'
purview, recovering ill-gotten gains.

Mags' bank accounts have been
seized along with her property,

but there's still a sizeable
amount of money missing.

How sizeable, Raylan?

Well over $10.

Well, now, if I found
that kind of money,

I'd be in Mexico by now.

Boyd, I've been to Mexico.
I don't think you'd like it.

How so?

There's a lot of Mexicans.

Raylan, if a book could
only be judged by its cover,

you'd be a best seller.

Hmm.

Are we done?

Looks like.

Sorry for wasting your time.

Never a waste of time
to spend a moment

with my good friend
Raylan givens.

Tell you what. I'll ask around.

See if I can't get a line
on that money for you.

I appreciate it.

In exchange for an apology.

I'm sorry. What?

I want you to apologize.

For the crack
about the Mexicans?

By the time I got out
to Wade messer's house,

Dickie Bennett was
tuning you up like

it was his birthday
and you were his pinata,

only I don't think there would
have been candy pouring out.

You're saying you saved my life.

Are you saying I didn't?

I would suggest
what you're looking for

is a "thank you,"
not an apology.

Well, now,
follow my logic, Raylan.

I had my own plans for Dickie
on account of his shooting Ava,

but you said you needed him,

so I let you have him
under the condition

that you would return him to me

once his services
had been rendered.

Huh.

I'm sorry. Did you see
a creek out in the lobby?

Some pretty green trees
and cut-off mountains?

Do you think
we're in the holler?

I am a deputy us marshal, Boyd.

You're a givens, Raylan.

And you think I'm gonna
hand a man over to you

to be murdered like he is, what,

some pig I borrowed from you?

You gave me your word.

I got half a mind to kick...

R-a-y-I-a-n.

Recovering from a GSW.

That stands for "gun..."

No resistance here, officer!
There's no resistance here!

Hey, Boyd.

Should have wore the suit.

Boyd: No resistance, officer!
I'll see you, Raylan!

J“ on this lonely road

j“ trying to make it home

j“ doing it by my lonesome,
pissed off, who wants some?

J“ I'm fighting for my soul

j“ god get at your boy

j“ you try to bogard
fall back, lgo hard

j“ on this lonely road
trying to make it home

j“ doing it by my lonesome,
pissed off, who wants some?

J“ I see them long,
hard times to come j“

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

This is great country.

Ooh!

First time,
and I already love it here.

The way the pastures roll
off into the distance.

The horses... I have never
seen such beautiful horses.

Thank you. Thank you.

May I sit?

Please.

Two coffees.

Now, you want a little kick?

Mr. Arnett likes a little kick.

Oh, yeah, he'll
have a little kick.

No. He won't.

Just black. Thank you.

Yvette: Mmm-hmm.

Thank you, yvette.
You can go now.

You're banging her, aren't you?

I beg your pardon?

And now you've lost her respect.

That's hardly your concern.

Well, in a way it is.

See, she's your public face,
and she is not

selling the same story
as you are.

Uh...

Who's he?

Emmitt: Mr. Nix is
one of my brokers.

Could he sit
where I could see him?

That's good.

Now, why don't you
state your business,

enjoy your coffee, and
then get the hell out?

Detroit is concerned.

Look, when you go
back to Detroit,

you just tell them
that the properties

that I'm holding
are poised to rebound,

and when they do, they're gonna
be worth twice what I paid for them.

Wow.

So, what do you think
they're worth right now, today?

No, I don't really
have a current assessment.

That's okay. 'Cause I do.

You picked a shitty time

to get into commercial
real estate,

and now you're undennater.

Detroit did not make
an investment, Emmitt.

It made a loan,
which you assured them

that you would repay
as per the agreement.

250 will bring you current.

I could have that in two weeks.

Emmitt, you read
the business pages.

Things are
getting tough all over.

So, if you can't
have the money here

by tomorrow, I suggest
you tell me right now.

I'll have it tomorrow.

That's great.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Said you were looking for work.

Everybody's been wondering

what happened to
all that Bennett weed.

And you get first crack at it,

courtesy of Mr. Boyd crowder.

Just his way of

showing his appreciation

for a new business partner.

Well, let's get to it, then.

There's more in the
tractor shed out back.

Lee! Go take a look! A-Ron.
Get over here and help me.

Arlo: Devil. Yeah?

Ava's here.

Ava.

Devil. Arlo throwing a party?

No, we got a buyer for
the pot. Rodney Dunham.

"Hot rod" Dunham?
Out of Memphis?

Now, we're taking care
of this, Ava,

me, Arlo, and Johnny.

Yeah? Yeah.

I don't see Johnny.

Well, he'll turn up.

Yeah?

You figure Boyd's locked up, you'll
just go into business for yourself.

Aw, it ain't like that. Boyd
allowed as how he might sell it.

We're just acting on his behalf.

Mmm.

Dunham wants a word.

Tell him to come on out.

Come on out, Dunham.

I got this, Ava.

Ohh! That smell can really
take the wind right out of you.

Tell me about it.

Mr. Dunham, Ava crowder.

I'm proud to know you, ma'am.

Likewise.

I've seen all I need to see.

Yeah? What's your offer?

All I got to offer is advice.

Next time you want to
pull a big score like this,

don't bag the plants wet.

What, is there a problem?

How long's this
been sitting here?

About three weeks.

You got mold. You got mildew.

You got rats and mice
eating on it out in the shed.

Are you saying
it's all gone to shit?

That's not what I'm saying.

I'm saying you can probably
salvage two or three grand

if you get to
cleaning right now.

No, this is 120 kilos
of premium weed!

Three weeks ago, maybe.

We were thinking
that we might...

I'm talking to the gentleman.

Let us handle it, Ava.

Now, you as much as
told me on the phone

that you was gonna
take the whole lot.

I told you I'd look at it.

No, no, no. Uh-uh.
Here's how itworks.

You want to keep
buying quality bud,

you gonna have to take
all this off our hands.

Devil! Stay out of this!

Pull your head out
of your ass, son.

This is serious weight, and
these are dangerous times.

Now, you want this
to get ugly? It can.

Of course that's not
what we want, Mr. Dunham.

We appreciate you coming by.

You're lucky I was
already in Knoxville.

If I'd come eight hours
from Memphis for this,

I'd be obliged to
kick somebody's ass!

Understandable, sir. Thank you.

Ma'am.

That go about
the way you expected?

I could use a drink.

Amen to that.

You know you got two and a half
bottles of whiskey on ice and no beer?

That can happen.

Wait. You can't drink
any of that shit anyway.

Well, I can have one. Who says?

My mom.

She used to have a couple drinks
a night when she was carrying me.

She'd put her ashtray,
balance it on her great big belly.

That explains a lot.

How you doing?

I've been better.

Well, you still look good.

What do you mean, "still"?

You are not getting
any younger, kiddo.

I'm so glad you're here.

You ready to get back in action?

Art said another week of light
duty, and that was before the fight.

That's not what
I'm talking about.

You okay? Did that hurt?

I'll manage.

So, what's going on?

What are you asking?

I just... it seems like there's
something on your mind.

Do you know about the newborn
baby in the delivery room?

Calls his daddy over and says,

"how do you think that feels?"

Is that what you
were thinking about?

Maybe a little.

You know the baby's the size
of a walnut right now, don't you?

Mmm-hmm.

You know it's gonna
get bigger, too, right?

Vveh, yeah.

Mmm.

Maybe we need more room.

After all the time
I spent redecorating?

Well, much as
I appreciate you putting

lipstick on this
particular platypus,

Maybe we should, I don't know,

start looking for
a house or something.

And leave all this?

Yeah?

I got a large
olive and eggplant.

Sorry, son,
I didn't order a pizza.

I did.

Where would you
like me to put them?

Put them on the desk and sit.

Hmm. These are way nicer
than the piece of shit I wear.

But I'm not complaining.
Keeps good time.

You don't remember me, do you?

Never seen you
before in my life.

You've seen me.
You just didn't notice me.

But I know you.
You're delmer coates.

You used to own that
watch store over on Clinton.

Couple of kids tried to Rob you.

You shot them. Dumbasses didn't

know you had a gun
under the counter.

Couple other guys
tried after that, right?

Yeah.

You shot and killed four men.

You're one tough son of a bitch.

But I come in here
and ask you for the watches,

and you just lay down.

Yeah. What was I supposed to do?

I was hoping you'd pull
on me, give me some lip.

You just hit the silent alarm
and wait for the cavalry to come.

I know all about your security
system. I'm the guy who put it in.

When I ordered the pizza, I
took your security system offline.

Took me less than 30 minutes, which
is more than I can say for you, slick.

You understand why I ain't
paying forthat pizza, right?

Now,
I don't like wearing a mask.

I'm too pretty.

So I am gonna have to kill you.

But I'll tell you what, there's
this game I like to play.

I'm gonna put this gun
between us and

have the pizza man
count it down from 10.

When he gets to one,
we both go for it,

so you got
the same chance I got.

That sounds fair, right?

Start counting.

I don't think
I should be involved in this.

Count.

Ten. Ten.

Pizza delivery man: Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Foun

three.

Two.

One.

Iwin.

I didn't see anything. I'm not
gonna say anything. I swear.

Are you gonna eat that pizza?

No! Take it!

What's up?

Somebody killed
a Mr. Delmer coates

last night along with
a pizza delivery boy.

They also emptied his safe.

I regret their passing. So?

Well, whoever killed them took
Mr. Coates' security system offline,

which is not so easy considering...
I'm gonna stop you there.

Were either Mr. Coates or the
pizza delivery man federal fugitives?

No, but Fletcher
"the ice pick" nix is.

He's charged with
interstate flight.

The stab wounds on the victim's
hands are consistent with an ice pick.

Can't help you. I'm on
light duty. Maybe Rachel.

Oh, yeah, I'd rather
take her, but...

But what?

Wynn Duffy's security system
did the installation.

Is there a question
attached to this?

Well, Duffy's
the only lead I got,

and I thought
you might help me out.

Why would you think that?

'Cause you had that thing.

Had what thing? Where
you two killed Gary together.

That's funny.
That's funny. Excuse me.

I'm out of staples, and I'm
getting a little light on paper clips.

Come on, man.

"Come on, man." Have
you not been listening?

I cannot leave my desk.

Just say you're on lunch.

I can't talk to Duffy.
Sure you can.

No, I can't. Why not?

Last time I saw him,

I said our next conversation
wasn't gonna be a conversation.

Well, this is
a different conversation.

What?

He's not gonna remember
something you said that long ago.

He doesn't want to talk to you.

Well, that makes two of us.

Wynn: Who don't
I want to talk to?

Raylan.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Deputy gutterson has
some questions for you.

Gentleman named delmer
coates was murdered last night.

Name ring a bell?

Not offhand. Should it?

Well, you installed his security
system about two years ago.

It was a whispertech series c.

That's a good system.

Whoever killed coates
disabled it first.

Since you install
so many of them...

I'm sorry, I just have to ask.

Are you two accusing me
of being involved

or are you just
asking me for information?

Whichever applies.

I don't think it'd be
very good for business

if I went around murdering
my own clients, do you?

Well, it might be
worth it if they had

a safe full of
expensive merchandise.

All my clients have
expensive merchandise.

That's why they
buy security sys...

Just answer the question,
or shut your mouth.

I can only imagine
how frustrating

this must be for you, Raylan.

It'd be so much
easier to just beat

a confession out
of me, wouldn't it?

That's still an option.

As a matter of fact, as I
recall, last time we met,

you told me next
conversation we had

wasn't gonna be a conversation.

This is
a different conversation.

You ever hire an installer
named Fletcher nix?

Favorite toy's an ice pick.

That's not exactly
standard equipment.

That ain't exactly an answer.

Raylan, I am so sorry.

I would love to be of more help,

but I got to get back
to watching women's tennis.

Close the door, Mike.

Well, the man's a piece
of shit, but I believe him.

Tim: You do?

He didn't flinch when you
mentioned delmer coates.

No, butwhen I mentioned
that ice pick...

Yeah, he flinched a little.

Well, maybe this one's above
his pay grade. Who's he work for?

Emmitt arnett. Dixie mafia
shot-caller out of Frankfort.

Okay, how about you go talk to
him? You drop me off at the corner.

I'll keep an eye on Duffy.
Excuse me?

Or, you know, you can go back
to the office, get your paper clips,

do the p-p dance, whatever
makes you feel happy, Raylan.

Emmitt, is there anything
you want to tell me?

Emmitt: What is this,
20 questions?

You hired one of my own guys
to go after one of my clients?

Where'd you get that idea?

Don't insult my intelligence,
Emmitt!

I'm talking about Fletcher,
the ice pick.

Hey, baby? Baby, pull
that door a minute, will you?

I didn't think he was
still one of your boys.

He isn't one of my boys.
Do you know why?

Because he's a federal fugitive,

which means that anything he
does points right back at me.

Which raises
the obvious question,

was that your intention, Emmitt?

No! No, look. It
didn't go as planned.

I'm on my way into the office to
meet him, and that'll be the end of it.

Well, let me know how that goes.

And, by the way, Raylan givens
is on his way to talk to you.

Damn.

It sure is good to see you.

Ava: You okay?

I'm fine.

How are you?

Well, it sucks talking to
you through this glass.

They're transferring me
to trimble.

Everything okay?

You know that cord of wood we
got stacked behind Arlo's house?

I thought maybe
we could sell some.

Yeah, but your old buddy
from Memphis

came by, said
he couldn't use any of it.

Not a piece?

Uh-uh.

He said it was starting to rot.

Didn't seem to have
any good ideas about

what we should do
with it, either.

Well, burn it.

All of it?

All of it.

I wouldn't want to attract any
termites or any other pests.

Yeah? What's the problem?

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Small world.
I'll tell you later.

You want me to handle it?

All right. Have it your way.

Something I can help you with?

I like your hat.

There much call for
cowboys these days?

You would be surprised.

Yeah?

Yep.

Oh, hey. It's not your floor.

Change of plan. See you again.

Emmitt?

Marshal! I didn't
hear you come in.

Sorry. Looking for Mr. Arnett.

He won't be coming in today.

You know where I can find him?

I can try to find out.

Or maybe there's
something I can do for you.

My daddy had a hat
kind of like yours.

Oh, yeah?

Except the brim was smaller.

Businessman's stetson.

That's it.

Can I be honest with you?

I'd like to think so.

I don't think Mr. Arnett's
in the real-estate business.

What makes you say that?

Mostlyjust
the people who come around.

I mean, they don't look
like real-estate folks.

They don't even look
like contractors, or

property managers or
maintenance people.

They're just sketchy.

Like wynn Duffy.

Exactly! And this
new guy, Fletcher nix.

He is super creepy. Ugh.

What do you know about him?

Nothing. Except
he was supposed to come

into the office
this morning for a meeting,

but Mr. Arnett
canceled at the last minute.

Why'd he cancel?

They rescheduled.

Rescheduled for?

Can I just say

it is so nice talking to a man who's
interested in what you have to say.

I mean, none of Mr. Arnett's colleagues
are very good conversationalists,

to say the least.

Must be difficult.

They rescheduled for?

Tonight.

But I don't have to be there.
Thank goodness.

Do you know where?

Near a cab stand
at Jefferson and main.

Yvette, may I offer you
some advice?

Quit. The sooner, the better.

I got a feeling Mr. Arnett's
about to ride a barrel over the falls.

I wish you could see it, buddy.

Hey, you know how they talk
about Kentucky bluegrass?

Well, it's actually blue.

I did. I sent you
a postcard this morning.

No, iwouldn't
kid you about that.

You'll see for yourself
as soon as I get settled.

Hey, look, pop's got to go.
I love you, buddy. Bye.

How'd that go?

Just like you said it would.

You tell him about tonight?

Mmm-hmm.

But that's what I don't get.

If they catch Fletcher
before he makes the drop,

you don't get the money.

Well, I'm not so worried
about the money anymore.

Then what'd you
come all this way for?

I like the scenery.

Raylan: This is Fletcher nix?

Didn't you look at his file?

Not closely.

There a problem?

Okay, Rachel, I want you
to call the lpd shift captain.

Make sure he has all our info.

Tim, you call the SWAT
team leader and do the same.

Now, we're gonna need a
photograph of Emmitt arnett.

Something better than a driver's
license would be a big plus.

Hopefully, we can get arnett
and Fletcher nix together tonight,

and it'll be one-stop shopping.

All right.

You ain't gonna let me
do anything, are you?

Well, you can't run and you
can't shoot. What good are you?

Well, I can be the guy on the
radio, telling people what to do.

That's my job, asshole.

But, art...

Not changing my mind.

No, no, no. There's something
else you should know.

Okay.

Tim showed me a picture of nix
this morning, but I didn't look at it.

Is that it?

And then I ran into him later
in the elevator at arnett's,

but I didn't recognize him.

Because you didn't
look at the picture.

Mmm-hmm.

'Cause you've been shot,
and you're off your game,

which is why I told you
to stay at your desk.

So the next time I tell you
to stay at your desk...

I'm gonna stay at my desk.
Thank you.

But this thing tonight...

Yes?

It might have come too easy,
the information I got from yvette.

I didn't have to
work hard for it.

Anything else
you screwed up today?

Not that I can think of.

Go home, Raylan, really.
We'll be fine.

You sure do have some
fine cookware, Mr. Givens.

Most of it was Helen's.

Some from her sister.
They both liked to cook.

Ava: As do I.

Ava?

While we appreciate
you making this fine meal,

I think we would
appreciate it even more

if you told us
what Boyd had to say.

Yeah, why you stalling?

Well, you got me, devil.
I am stalling.

I just wanted to get
some good food in you

before I relayed Boyd's orders.

Ow!

Boyd instructed
that you burn the weed.

The hell?

That weed's
worth 100 grand easy.

It's also worth 20 years any
law enforcement happens by.

Hot rod was our last outlet.

We can't just sit on it and
hope we run into someone

who will take it off our hands.

We ain't burning it.

Those were Boyd's orders.

Yeah, well,
Boyd's not here, is he?

Devil, I can imagine it is
hard taking orders from a woman.

Only you're not. You're
taking orders from Boyd.

I'm just passing it along.

Now, the way I figure it
is you got a choice.

We can play nice.

You do what Boyd says, and
I keep cooking my fine food.

My fried chicken is to die for.

The other path?

You ignore Boyd,
and I get ornery.

Well, what are you gonna do?
Spit in our food?

We clear? I need to make my
point any more emphatically?

You didn't need to do that, Ava.

Of course I did, Mr. Givens.

Othennise I wouldn't
have done it.

Male, 40s, approaching
the escalade, holding a box.

Fletcher nix? Negative.

Not, repeat, not Fletcher nix.

You're supposed to give
me something for this.

How about you get in the car,
or I shoot you in the face.

Tim: Driver's got a gun.

All right, shut it down!

Get in the goddamn car.

Art: Take him down!

Keep your hands in the air!

Keep your hands where I
can see them at all times!

Get out of the car.

Putyourhands onyourhead.

Turn around. Kneel down.

Get down on your knees.

I've always thought Felix
deserved a comeback.

Felix, Felix givens.

Like Felix the cat.

Yeah, but without the cat.

Just Felix. What do you think?

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe, huh?

Raylan, I think it's sweet that

you think you have
a say in the name.

I'm sorry?

Well, I do know you,
and I know that

if I spend more than
five minutes in labor,

sweating and
screaming and all of that,

you're gonna go
with whatever name I choose.

I mean, I could... I could
choose jiffy pop or palmolive.

That's a good one. Mmm.

Both: Jiffy pop.

Jiffy pop for a boy.

Palmolive's obviously...

Obviously a girl's name.
Obviously.

What's up, art?

How'd it go?

Not well.

Fletcher nix was a no-show,
as was arnett.

Nix sent some homeless guy
to do the drop,

and arnett sent some guy that
might have been a bodyguard,

but we don't know now
because he's all iawyered up.

I thought the homeless guy was
gonna get popped, so I shut it down.

What's next?

Frankfort pd's on
the way to arnett's house

to bring him in for questioning.

Who are you?

I'm the one with the gun.

This has nothing
to do with the lady.

That's too bad.
Come inside. Shut the door.

Now I ask you to
take your gun out.

I think you'd do it,
considering the company.

Slowly.

Just take two fingers, and...

You know what?
Just do whatever you'd

tell someone to do in
a situation like this.

Ah!

Whole thing.

Put it on the ground.

Have a seat.

Okay.

What's next, Fletcher?

You're showing me
you know my name.

I know a lot about you.

You didn't know me
in the elevator.

What I still don't get is why you
don't just take the money and run.

Maybe because it's not money.

Watches.

I look like I know

anything about watches?

Hell, I could take
those off your hands.

Give you 20 apiece for them.
You can be on your way.

You're the one who put that plug

in Tommy bucks on
that Miami rooftop.

That's right.

How about we play a game?

Count down from 10.

Go ahead, winona.

Right now?

This is as good a time as any.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

When she gets to one,
we go for it.

Five.

Foun

three.

Two.

I'm sorry about your tablecloth.

Is that really necessary?

I don't know him.

He'll be here.
He'll be here. Don't worry.

No, he won't.

Emmitt: Oh, he probably just
stopped for a sandwich or something.

That boyjust can't stop eating.

Actually, you know,
it's a problem.

Mr. Arnett, he's not coming.

I had your assistant,
yvette, tell the marshals

where the exchange
was happening.

Emmitt: You're funny.

I'm not joking.

Why would you do that?

You had a good thing
going here, Emmitt.

But you let go of the rope.

You done?

Almost.

You know me now?

Yeah.

Dewey: I don't know if you're thinking
of it, but stay away from the neck.

Now, back here's okay,
but up here?

Hurts like a son of a bitch,
and don't mind my saying.

I think it might be because
the skin is looser or something.

Yeah, no, no, thank you.
I don't...

I don't plan on
getting no tattoos.

Well, man, neither did I,
but, as much as anything else,

it gives you something
to do, you know?

You can only spank it so much.

What the hell's he doing here.

J“ on this lonely road

j“ trying to make it home

j“ doing it by my lonesome,
pissed off, who wants some?

J“ I'm fighting for my soul

j“ god get at your boy

j“ you try to bogard
fall back, lgo hard

j“ on this lonely road
trying to make it home

j“ doing it by my lonesome,
pissed off, who wants some?

J“ I see them long,
hard times to come j“