All language subtitles for Bound.for.Glory.1976.720p.BluRay.x264-SADPANDA-HI

MAN: (SINGING) I'm going to California

And I'll be sleeping out every night

I'm going to California

And I'll be sleeping out every night

'Cause them Oklahoma women

Well, they just ain't a-treatin' me right

(YODELING)

Well, I'd rather drink muddy water

Oh, and sleep in a hollow log

But I would rather drink muddy water

Oh, and sleep in a hollow log

Than to be down here in Texas

Treated like a low-down dog

(YODELING)

With them California waters

Oh, they taste like cherry wine

Them California waters

Taste just like cherry wine

Yeah.

Cherry wine.

(MUSIC STOPS)

God dammit, Woody.

I've got half a notion to pull up stakes
and hit the road for California.

I been thinking about
heading down the Gulf of Mexico,

or the Rio Grande Valley.

Just somewheres
I can grow some fruit. Peaches.

Them Indian blood peaches
with that red meat.

Shit fire, Carl, why down there?

In California you just
plop a seed in the ground,

you find a sprout the very next day.

Well, it seems I sure gotta do somethin'.

I just don't know what's gonna happen
to everybody around here.

You, folks, sure are depressing.

(HONKS HORN)

JENKINS: Well, we got one.

(CARL WHISTLES)

MAN: Put a buck's worth in, Pop.

Yes, sir. A buck's worth of
the finest gasoline in Texas.

You boys got any news?

Ain't nothing interesting to tell about,
except people are moving outta these parts.

My name's Collister,

and I've been running all over this
here state to them fortune tellers,

ain't one of them's told me a damn thing.

Someone tell me
something worth listening to,

and I'll pay them a dollar
good American money.

It's been pretty dusty around here.

That ain't worth nothing.

Hell, Woody,
that ain't worth nothing for sure.

Well, I ain't much for fortune telling.

You're a inside man.

Got a big job with the oil refinery.

How'd you know that?

Ain't nobody else got money to waste
on fortune teller, soda pop.

(CHUCKLING)

Keep going.

Well, them creases
in between your eyebrows

tell me you're probably a man
who takes his work serious.

Always looking for a way
to do things better.

You got 50 cents.

(WHISTLES)

Keep talking.

Oh, you probably got some kind of idea.

An invention of some kind.

Big company wants to buy you out.

You got a paper dollar,
if you can tell me when to do it.

(CHUCKLES)
Hell, uh, I ain't no mind reader.

You're the only one
I ever met that didn't claim

to know everything in the whole world.

What's your name?

Woody. Woody Guthrie.

Well, Guthrie, I'll spread the word.

Worth every penny.

Thank you kindly.

There you are, Pop, and there's a nickel
for the coke, dollar for the gas.

WOODY: ...and the Mama Bear says,

"Well, ain't nobody gonna eat
none of my porridge and get away with it."

So she takes a pair of sheep shears
and she cuts every hair

off the top of that little kid's head.

(KIDS MUTTERING)

Yeah, ain't that something?

Then, uh, you know,
old Goldilocks, she just

goes on back into the forest and, uh,
she goes to sleep for about 20 years

and when she wakes up,
all her hair is growed back.

(LAUGHING)

Well, looks pretty good, don't it?

MARY: It looks darn good.

But, there ain't nobody around here
gonna pay you to talk to them.

Oh, now, that fellow
down at the gas station

said I was the best fortune teller
he had ever seen.

That weren't nothing but happenstance,
and you know it.

You could be making regular money
with your sign painting, Woody,

if you tried.

There just ain't no sense
in just harping on it, Mary.

It ain't no good.

(SIGHING)

You could do it, Woody.

You could do them so special,
somebody'd be sure and want them.

Come on in.

(SINGING) Talk it over

Lay your head upon my shoulder

She's my curly-headed baby

Come from sunny Tennessee

Oh, but I ain't really a doctor.

Well, she ain't sick, exactly.

Her oldest girl died of the dust pneumonia
almost a week ago.

She ain't drunk a drop of water since.
She just can't swallow.

I don't see how there's anything I can...

Now look, some fortune tellers
have got the gift.

Healing, laying on the hands,
the discerning of spirits.

I ain't really a fortune teller.

Poor little thing.
We can't just let her waste away.

Go on, go on.

Ma'am?

Do you have faith that you'll be cured?

Well, look...

Your daughter.

Don't you believe she's up in heaven?

Well, uh...

That means you believe in God.

And if there is a God,
then it was him gave you your mind.

Well, everybody knows,
mind's the boss of the whole body.

Just tell all the nerves
and muscles what to do.

Your arms and hands and back.

Throat.

You don't wanna die, do you?

Leave your husband
and your kids all alone?

Your husband wants you to talk to him,
don't he? And your kids to boot.

Ain't no two ways about that.

Can I have some water here?

Away all that monkey business.

Just send a message
straight down there to your throat,

mouth, and tell them to just
swig down this here water.

Thank you.

Just try. Just do it.

And afterwards, you...
You tell me how dandy it was.

Now, you swallow it. Now, swallow it.

(LAUGHS)

It was easy.

You did it. You can do it some more.

Now, next couple of days,
I want you two ladies just to

pour water down this here lady's throat.

Why, you can have a water drinking
contest every now and then.

You just talk to her now about everything.

Talk to her.

You'll be okay.

See, you don't...
You don't owe me nothing.

Bless you, Mr. Guthrie.

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

Did it.

I think.

Good afternoon, Donna Jo.

Oh, good afternoon, Woody.

Woody, do you and Mary
have any use for a bedroom set?

It's real nice. It's called
The Waterfall Design or something.

I just hate to leave it sit there.

Howdy, Jesse.

Uh, sure.

Sure, I guess we can, uh,
we can do something with it.

Good. There's an old chair in there, too.

We just ain't got room for everything.

Where you folks going?

California.

I don't know, it just seems like
everything run out around here

when Jesse got laid off.

Oh, you all are welcome to anything that
you find in there that you wanna use.

Okay, thank you kindly, Donna Jo.
You folks take care.

Might get us some jobs in that new
department store down in Amarillo.

Hell, Pa, I ain't gonna be
no shoe salesman.

Well, there might be something else.

Well, it's too dammed
far out there anyhow.

You tell her that when she's begging
for milk in the morning.

Tell her it's too far to travel.

WOODY: Mary, it's 62 miles.

Maybe you could sing one of your songs
to her or tell her fortune instead.

Mary, just don't start in on me, okay?

Now, it don't do no good
to be carrying on.

Times and the weather are bad enough.
It just don't do no good.

I don't mean to be starting in.

I don't mean to be always at you, Woody,

but it just don't seem fair.

Even your brother's been out looking
for something and he's just a boy.

Hey, how about me painting some
new signs there on your truck, Jethro?

No, not today, Woody.

(ARGUING)

(BELL TINKLING)

What in the hell are you doing anyway?

I told you I wanted white on black.

Yeah, I thought you'd like red better.
Shows up from a mile away.

I asked for white on black
and you give me this red bitch thing?

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

Was you planning on getting paid for this?

Well, I was planning on it.

Well, just plan away, Guthrie.

What am I supposed to do
with this red bitch anyways?

Well...

Why don't you fold it five ways

and stick it where the sun don't shine.

I'll tell you what else I don't need,
I don't need none of your damn lip.

That's what I don't need, Guthrie.

Ain't you kids got nothing better to do
than lollygag around here?

(SINGING) She's my curly-headed baby

Used to sit on daddy's knee

She's my curly-headed baby

Comes from sunny Tennessee

I'm gonna tell you 'bout these women

I'm gonna tell you what they do

Lay their head upon your shoulder

Flirt around...

Did you really write that song about me?

Oh, sure. Sure it's about you. Damn right.

Curly-headed lady

Remember what you asked me?

It hasn't been outta my mind for a second.

I don't care.

Care about what?

If we do.

Do what?

You know. Come on.

Guess this town ain't entirely dead yet.

I don't know if you knew it or not,

but you're looking at an insane man.

Well, uh...

Why don't you take off
a couple of sweaters and sit down?

I really am insane.

Hell, yeah, so am I.

I heard tale about you in the next town
and thought I better come.

I been in the insane asylum twice.

You have?

I had better watch out
to have you around the place.

I wasn't crazy when they sent me there,

but then I beat up on two guards
in the pea patch

and now I'm here
and even if they get me pretty quick,

well, I wanted to tell you,
I got newsreels in my head.

Newsreels?

Yeah. Since I was a kid
and my mama always told me I was crazy.

They just never stop.

What kinda newsreels?

That the boom is over
and the weeds are blowing out.

And the dust storms are getting darker
and there's people fighting and killing

and there's kids sick.

Ain't nothing wrong with your head.

I see these shapes and designs

and I see how to build roads better and...

Is them your brushes?

Uh, sure. Yeah. I'm, uh,

kind of a painter.

I sure wish I could sit down
and paint all them pictures I see.

Sometimes I think
I could just spend forever

just painting and painting
all them pictures.

Well...

Why don't you just take these?

Take 'em? I ain't got no money.

You don't need no money, just take them.

I got plenty more.

And some of this ink here.
Take those ideas

and find yourself some place where, uh,
where nobody, uh...

Where nobody'll bother you, and just,
uh, put those things down.

Just put those things down on paper.
You know?

(SINGING) Now bow to the partner

Now out to the corner

Join hands, turn to the left

All form with your left hand
right and left hand

Turn on around and come on back

Tie the knot

All form with your left hand
right and left hand

Onto the next cowboy move

Meet your partner, go

Turn half to the right

Turn on around and come on back

All look around

Tie the knot

All form with the left hand
right and left hand

Do-si-do

About turn

Go on now

(WHOOPING)

Dust storm.

Dust storm is coming.

Dust storm. Dust storm.

(ALL CLAMORING)

Dust storm.

(RUMBLING)

WOODY: Hey! Hey!

(HORN HONKING)

MAN: Better get along home, Woody.

(COUGHING)

- MARY: You better get inside, Woody.
- Okay.

Well, looks like things ain't gonna
be too pleasurable around here.

No, it ain't. It's gonna be a real zinger.

- Can I help you?
- I got it.

Let's move the couch, Pa.

You're gonna ruin them things,
playing them in this dust.

A little dirt won't hurt.

(SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

And I hate to hear that
ol' soft whistle blowing

It's that long lonesome train
whistling down

And you and I go down to the train

Morning, Jimmy.

Morning, Woody.

Well, uh,

got any more dances lined up?

Ain't heard of none.

What about that place over at Catersville?

They was giving a dance a month.

Yeah. Used to.

Yeah, well...

Take her easy, Jimmy.

Hold it, let me give you a push.

All right there, Woody.

WOODY: What do you think it is, Joe?

I don't know, Woody.

- You're stuck.
- Thanks a lot, though.

It's dust, that's what it is.

BOY: Bye, Woody.

Seems like things just ain't
going so good, around here.

That's the way they's going.

(SIGHS)

MARY: Hi, honey.

Hi, honey.

See you later, Woody.

(PLAYING HARMONICA)

Morning.

Get down. Get down, boy.

Get down.

This train going to California?

It's going in that direction.

Can't ask for more than that.

Uh, are you boys gonna catch this train?

Yeah.

Mind if I ride along?

No.

How come we're sitting here so long?

Oh.

MAN 1: You're cute.

MAN 2: Welcome aboard, boys.

WOMAN: Welcome, cowboys.

Kiss my ass.

MAN: Mind moving over
a little bit, there, friend?

Much obliged.

My name's Guthrie.

Slim Snedeger.

Slim.

That there is Po Steve.

Hi, Steve.

I'm Crippled Whitey.

Whitey. Crippled Whitey, huh?

Crippled Whitey is a fight spotter.

A fight spotter?

Yeah. I can spot a fist-fight on the street
three blocks before I come to it.

I can spot a gang-fight
an hour before it happens.

That way, I tip off the boys,
and they know how to lay their bets.

You, uh, got a fight spotted now, Whitey?

Got a whopper.

When's it gonna happen?

Not more than ten minutes.

Aw, bullshit.

You watch your tongue,
you young jackass, or I'll tear you apart.

Hey Whitey, if one doesn't start
a fight himself,

you're gonna whip up one of your own, huh?

When it starts, I'll be sure
to bust a box over your head, fella.

Cantankerous, ain't he?

Yeah. But it be he's like that sometime.

Riding these boxcars and things
can make you meaner than 52 rattlesnakes.

Beats walking, though.

Don't it?

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

Hey!

Don't push me out!

Whitey.

Whitey, let go!

(GRUNTS)

Hey, Whitey!

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

Hey, we're slowing down.

Let's jump off this son-of-a-bitch.

- Jump?
- Jump!

- Go ahead, jump!
- Wait a minute.

And, when you hit the ground,
be on your feet.

That way, you won't break your ass.

Come on.

Come on up here.

What's wrong?

My brushes. Damn, I lost my brushes.

You gonna lose your ass
if you don't come on up here.

You're hanging half-way
between heaven and hell.

Come on up here.

Let's move on down the car there.

- Damn.
- Let's move on down.

Them was about
the best brushes money could buy.

You a artist?

Oh, I was hoping to pick up some
money painting signs on the way.

I'm pretty good at sign painting.

Sign painter, huh?

I expect you're gonna do
all right in California.

Know why?

'Cause they is putting up signs and
buildings and everything out there.

You been?

Who, me? Naw.
But I heard a heap of talk about it.

They tell me California is a place
for some real nice living.

That's what I hear.

What're you gonna do when you get there?

Well... (COUGHS)

Whoo!

Well, first thing I'm gonna do

is take me a long look
at that Pacific Ocean,

'cause I been wanting
to see that bugger all my life.

Then, I expect
I'll ease on down to one of them

fruit orchards
and get me a job picking fruit.

They tell me fruit is just begging
to be picked out there.

You know what I mean?

You drop a seed in the ground,

and you blink your eye,

and you got yourself
a tree busting with fruit.

Yeah?

(WOODY PLAYING HARMONICA)

Everything a man needs

is right out there in California.

Know what I mean?

Everything a man needs.

Yep.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Let's check them, boys.

Shit! We coming into Acomita.

Come on outta there, you yahoos.

Come on. Come on outta there, now, dammit!

Get outta there, woman.

- No!
- Pull her out!

(SCREAMS)

(SHOUTING)

Okay, boys.

MAN:
You old bastard, ice didn't help this one.

Smells like he's been in there for a week.

You gentlemen haven't been taking
full advantage of the railroad's facilities.

We want you to ride in full comfort,

so we're gonna put you inside,
where you can stretch out your legs

and rest your heads back on doilies.

Wouldn't that be nice?

How much money you got?

A dollar fifty, dollar eight,
I don't know.

He can ride all the way to Holden on that.
Write him up a ticket.

How much you got?

Don't hear nothing jingling.

Don't feel nothing folding.

Boy, you appear to be a vagrant.

We have a curfew on vagrants.

Or didn't you know that?

Uh, I don't believe I did. When is it?

Every hour on the hour.

Get on your hands and knees, sonny.

I could shoot you in the hand if I wanted,

or in the thigh, in the soft part.

Or I could take you out in them weeds
after everybody's gone.

(GROANS)

Your mother'd wait a long time
for those letters you promised to write.

(MEN LAUGHING)

Come on, move on, let's get aboard.
Come on.

Keep it moving.

Now the rest of you
get your ass down the road.

Come this way again, gentlemen,
and it'll be thirty days.

Thirty big 'uns. Well, move it out.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

So long, Guthrie. See ya in California.

Take it easy, Slim.

But take it!

Howdy, Pastor, uh, my name is Guthrie.

I, uh...

Well, uh, if you got any work I could do

for just a small meal of some kind.

Well, sir, I would do anything to earn it.

Son, I've been in the service all my life,

and have seen thousands of men like you
go to work for a meal.

However, at this moment,
there isn't any work to be done.

Therefore, if I were to feed you,
it would be an act of charity,

which may be all right for the moment,

but, uh, could cause harm in the long run.

You seem to have retained
your pride and your dignity,

since you didn't ask outright
for a free meal.

And that's to your credit.

But, to answer your question,
there's no work to be done.

Therefore, you, uh, can't earn your meal.

Good luck, son.

Oh, we've been all over.

Niagara Falls, Washington DC,
New Orleans, Chicago.

Spent a couple weeks
this past winter in Miami Beach.

It must've been real interesting.

You bet it was,
meeting and talking with different people,

seeing all the sights.
Going in the unusual restaurants.

You know, I found out something
about eating, since I been on my trip.

Oh really? What was that?

I found out that, uh, the more you eat,
the more you shit.

(BRAKE SQUEALS)

(HORN HONKING)

WOODY: (SINGING) Well, I said to the rich

Give your goods to the poor

And they laid Jesus Christ in his grave

Jesus was a man

A carpenter by hand

His followers true and brave

One day a little coward
named Judas Iscariot

Laid Jesus Christ in his grave

(ALL APPLAUDING)

Put your money away, Guthrie.
It's on the house.

You really sing great.

You know the one I like the best?

You know that one that you sing
about that dead cowboy guy?

I like it. It's good.

I wrote that song especially just for you.

(LAUGHS)

In the pig's ass you did, Guthrie.

Just seems walking's better than stalking.

To who's you talking?

Man is a-walking.

Why is he talking?

Keep on walking.

Keep on walking.

Walking and talking. Talking and walking.

Walking and talking. Talking and walking.

(WHOOPS)

California.

Hey, take a look at that. California.

Everything a man needs.

See it right there.

Yeah.

Yes, sir, California state line.

(POLICEMAN BLOWING WHISTLE)

What's going on?

I don't know.
Looks like some kind of hold up.

Maybe a accident, or something.

Accident, hell.
They're turning people back.

What's going on?

Oh, they're checking everybody out,
to see if you got any money.

Gotta have $50 to get across the border.

Fifty dollars?

Yeah, in cash.

That's right.

The Los Angeles Police came out here
and set up this blockade.

WOODY: Are we that close to Los Angeles?

Yeah, about 300 miles.

Jesus.

(HORN HONKING)

What're you gonna do?

Ain't no sense in waiting in line,
a half day,

just to get shoved back by them.

I might as well turn back right now.

You coming?

No,

I reckon there's more than one way
to get across the border

if you don't have a family tagging along.

Look, uh,

why don't you take this.
It ain't no $50, but, uh,

you got them kids and all.

Thanks. I appreciate that, friend.

Maybe we'll both be millionaire's sons
next time we meet each other.

- Maybe so.
- Hope so, anyway.

- Take care.
- Kind of you.

WOODY: Howdy.

MAN: Hey.

Hey.

Why don't you come over
and share my bundle, huh?

Come on.

Sure.

Thanks, mister.

MAN: I can't stand chattering teeth.

Better watch yourself,
'cause by the time she gets here,

she's gonna be moving
like a turpentined cat.

You sure you know what you're doing?

Them guards won't do nothing
once she's moving.

Get us into LA before
you know what happened.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Ain't that a son-of-a-bitch?

I never seen a train take off so...

- (GUNSHOT)
- (GROANS)

MAN: You got him, Sam.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(HORNS HONKING)

It is about as clean
as this wall is gonna get.

MAN: Oh, yes. Did you get up there?
Right on top there?

Yep, I sure did. Where's my chili?

I'm very choosey over there, you know.

Well, what's your name?

- Uh, Woody.
- Yeah, Woody.

Yes sir, best chili in the city.

Hey, goodbye fellas.

Best in the world,
as far as I'm concerned.

Here. Have some onion and crackers.

Put lots of onion in it.

- Tastes good that way.
- Mmm-hmm.

Hey, now, look at this mess, huh?

Just one bowl of chili and lotta mess.

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

Do you know where a fella
can get a job hereabouts?

You just come in town?

Mmm-hmm. Yeah, this morning.

You better go home.

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

A bowl of chili and crackers!

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

- Hey, deadhead.
- WOMAN: Push it down a little.

You mean, let it down?

You know what I mean. Don't get smart.

Okay, this is as far as it'll go down.

If I let it down it won't go on...

WOMAN: I can't even lift the thing.

It won't go on the hub. Get on there.

WOMAN: It keeps slipping.

Would you just like to do this yourself?

Looks like a mighty stubborn tire.

Just like everything else.

Be glad to help.

We'd sure appreciate it.

Yeah.

Oh, this wheel's bent.

Bent?

Seems like everything
in California is bent.

I hope we find something in this place.

Yeah.

(BABY CRYING)

She just needs milk real soon.

JOHNSON: We'll be okay.

What the hell's going on here?

How come all these people
are living like this?

It ain't no different.

It's the God damn same as all the rest.

The growers, they need three
or four hundred workers.

They put out leaflets and posters,
and advertise for a thousand,

and 1200 showed up.

They got the first ones that get here,
crammed inside them shacks over there.

They're the ones that
are working pretty steady.

All the rest of us are sitting
on our asses every morning,

hoping they're gonna need extra workers.

Hell, I worked three days
in the last two weeks.

And the wages, they doesn't buy...

The wages...

I don't know.

Makes me sick just talking about it.

What're we gonna do then?
We got nothing left.

Ain't got no choice.

You're welcome to spend the night
in the truck if you want.

Seems to me, something
ought to be done about this.

There's nothing.

There's always something.

There's been some talk
about forming a union

and going on strike, but...

Hell, Woody, not many people
can afford to miss a day's work.

By the time they call on us to pick,
we're more than happy to work for

four cents a bushel.

What do you say, uh,
if I took this little ol' guitar into town?

Maybe I can, uh, pick up a dime or two.

(STRUMS GUITAR)

You coming back?

I got no place to sleep,
except in your truck.

Hell, yeah, go ahead and take it,

I ain't in too much of a mood
for using it anyway.

Thanks.

See you later.

(TUNING GUITAR)

Tell ya what, I'll paint you a new sign
out there, for a bowl of that soup.

Well, I'll tell you what.
It's not necessary. The food is free.

Well, suppose I said,
I don't want no free food.

Well, suppose I said,
we don't have any other kind?

Well, I guess I'd have to say,
"Please pass the soup."

Do you play?

Yep.

I studied piano years ago.
I never had the patience.

That so?

Yes.

Would you really paint us a sign?

For food?

For a favor.

I'd have to think about that.

Uh, we don't have any painting right now.

Oh, I wanna... I wanna paint a sign.

Why don't we bring some tomorrow?

Yeah, well, I'll, uh,
see if I can come back.

Uh, thanks for the soup.

Red and white paint. It's pretty nice.

Red and white.

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

(SINGING)
Well, I was down in the hen house

On my knees

I thought I heard a chicken sneeze

It was only a rooster

Saying his prayers

Thanking his God for the hens upstairs

Just taking it easy

MAN: Oh, lady, what'd you say?

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(SHOUTING)

WOMAN: Get him, Bill!

MAN: Quiet down, now quiet.
Now, we need 30 more pickers for today.

(ALL SHOUTING)

MAN: Quiet. Quiet!

We're paying four cents a bushel!

Four cents!

Well, line up over here
by the gate in single file.

Stop pushing and shoving over there.

All right, line up over here
by the gate, in single file.

Okay, men, hold it. Line up over here.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Quiet! Quiet!

We're looking for pickers,
not a bunch of sand-eaters!

Keep on shoving and we won't take anybody!

(ENGINE STARTING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

WOMAN: Cheapskate!

Bastards.

God damn bastards.

That's all they're taking, 30 people?

That's it. That's all they ever take.

Well, hell, why do you stay here?
Listen, why don't you

go to one of them other camps?
Maybe they're hiring more there.

Oh, it don't make no difference.

I mean, they all work the same.

It's the fourth one we've been to and

they's all alike.

All of 'em is bastards.

Oh, that's beautiful!

I had a terrible time with the one I did.

Yeah, it looked like you did.

I really appreciate it.

Can I get you something to eat?

Not here.

What do you mean, "Not here?"

Well, uh...

I figured you'd fix me
dinner at, uh, your place.

No, I couldn't do that.

Why not? You got a man?

No. My husband died.

What's your name?

- Pauline.
- Mine's Woody.

How about next Sunday, in the afternoon?

Woody, I'm...
I'm not gonna fix you dinner.

Why not?

Because I just can't.

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah.

'Course you can't.

I can't say that I blame you none.

That's not the reason.

Well, it's a pretty good reason.

Listen, uh...

Give it a couple hours
before you handle it, okay?

(WOMEN SINGING)

Way down in Columbus Stockade

Want to come back to Tennessee

Way down in Columbus, Georgia

Wanna be back in Tennessee

Go and leave me if you want to

Never let me cross your mind

If in your heart

You love another

Leave little darling I don't mind

Thinkin' about my blue-eyed Sally

Pretty little gal that I left behind

Way down in Columbus stockade

(WOODY PLAYING HARMONICA)

Wanna go back to Tennessee

Way down in Columbus Georgia

Wanna be back in Tennessee

(HORN HONKING)

It's Ozark.

Who's Ozark?

GIRL 1: Ozark Bule, he sings on the radio.

GIRL 2:
Sometimes he comes here to entertain us

(HONKING HORN)

Hey, how are you, sis?

I swear, you get prettier every day.

Hey, Jed, look over there
and see what I brought you guys.

Open that door.

(KIDS SHOUTING)

You get to eat it
without picking it for a change.

OZARK:
Well, I can see just by looking at you

that you haven't been doing
like I said and organizing.

You're still letting those bosses stomp
all over you and pay you nothing

for busting your behinds
in those fields all day.

Now, the only way I'm gonna do
any singing here today,

is if we all get together
and shout "Union," okay?

Now, one, two, three...

CROWD: Union!

That was pitiful.

Now, were gonna try it once more
and if more of you don't join in than that,

I'm getting right back in this car
and I'm leaving.

CROWD: (GROANING) No!

All right, all right, now,
we're gonna try it again.

Now I wanna hear more of you joining in.
Now, one, two, three...

CROWD: (LOUDLY) Union!

All right. Now it wasn't perfect,

but I reckon it's a start.

Okay, let's have a little picking
and singing, how about it?

CROWD: Yeah!

(SINGING)
Long-haired preachers come out every night

Try to tell us what's wrong
and what's right

But when asked about something to eat

They will answer in voices so sweet

You're gonna eat by and by

When you learn how to cook and to fry

Chop some wood, it'll do you good

There'll be pie in the sky when you die

That's a lie!

In the starvation...

Hi, neighbors, come on over!

Come on over.
Now, I want you to listen to this verse.

It makes sense.

Working men of all countries unite

Side by side for freedom we will fight

When this world
and its wealth we have gained

To the grafters we'll sing this refrain

Everybody!

ALL: You will eat, by and by

In that glorious land above the sky

Work and play, live on hay

There'll be pie in the sky when you die

That's a dirty lie!

MAN: One more. One more.

No, no, no, I'll tell you
something that's even better.

Now, I want everybody here
that plays an instrument,

now I know a lot of you do.

I want you to go get that instrument
and come back here,

and we're gonna have the damndest
hoe-down you've ever seen in your life.

(ALL CHEERING)

(ALL SINGING)

Round round Joe Clark

Round round I say

Gonna walk ten thousand miles

To hear them fiddles play

(SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

Round round Joe Clark

Round round I say

I'm gonna walk ten thousand miles

To hear them fiddles play

Round round Joe Clark

Round round I say

I'm gonna walk ten thousand miles

To hear them fiddles play

(PLAYING DOWN IN THE VALLEY)

The valley so low

Late in the evening

Hear the wind blow

Hear the wind blow

Hear the wind blow

Late in the evening

Hear the wind blow

Roses love sunshine

Violets love dew

Angels in heaven

Know I love you

Write me a letter

Send it by mail

MAN: You people go back to your shacks.

Send it in care of

The Birmingham jail

The Birmingham jail

Birmingham jail

Send it in care of

So long, it's been good to know you

This dusty oil dust storm
is getting my goat

And I gotta be drifting along

Drifting along

(ALL APPLAUDING)

Real good. Real good.

Oh, here.

This might help.

It might at that.

This train's bound for glory this train

This train's bound for glory this train

(IMITATES TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

(LAUGHING)

This train don't carry
no gamblers this train

This train is bound for glory this train

This train is bound for glory this train

This train is bound for glory

No one but the bold
but the righteous and the holy

This train is bound for glory this train

This train don't carry no liars this train

This train don't carry no liars this train

This train don't carry no liars

Or none of those midnight flyers

This train is bound for glory this train

This train don't carry
no con men this train

This train don't carry
no con men this train

Hey! This train don't carry no con men

None of those wheeler dealers
here and gone men

This train is bound for glory this train

This train is bound for glory this train

This train is bound for glory this train

This train is bound for glory

No one but the bold
but the righteous and the holy

This train is bound for glory

What the God damn hell
do you think you're doing'?

This train don't carry no smokers

What the hell does it look
like we're doing'?

I warned you to stay away from here, Bule.

Yeah, well, I forgot.

MAN: Get out of here.

Okay, that's it!

(ALL SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING)

WOMAN: Come on, get going!

MAN: Get him out of here!

Get in the car!

(ENGINE STARTING)

(SHOUTING)

(HONKING HORN)

WOMAN: Come on, let him get through!

MAN: Get 'em off.

WOMAN: Get 'em off that car.

(HORN HONKING)

I'm gonna bust your head!

Union. Union. Union. Union.

CROWD: (SHOUTING) Union! Union! Union!

Union! Union! Union!

ALL: (SHOUTING) Union! Union!

This sort of thing happen every time
you come out to entertain folks?

Sure seems like it.

I figure as long as I'm getting those
goons riled up, I'm doin' my job.

I'll tell you, those, uh,
boys don't seem to like you too much.

Yeah? Well, they didn't seem to
like you too much, either.

I wasn't even trying.

Maybe you ought to start.

- Start what?
- Trying.

Trying what?

You sure as hell don't look like much.

How do you sound?

Makes me happy.

OZARK: Wait till you hear him, Mr. Locke.

LOCKE:
Okay, Guthrie, let's hear something.

Okay, I'd like to sing a song about...

LOCKE: Uh, Guthrie.
Let's just get on with it, please.

...a place where I grew up.
It's called, uh,

In Those Oklahoma Hills Where I Was Born.

(HARMONICA PLAYING)

Many a month has come and gone

Since I wandered from my home

In those Oklahoma hills where I was born

Many a page of life was turned

Many a lesson I have learned

And I feel like
in those hills I still belong

Way down yonder on the Indian nation

Ridin' my pony on the reservation

In those Oklahoma hills where I was born

Way down yonder on the Indian nation

A cowboy's life is my occupation

In those Oklahoma hills where I was born

Well, as I stand here in LA

Many a mile I am

Okay, Guthrie, we'll give it a try.

Pony through the draw

LOCKE: Uh, Guthrie...

Where the oaken blackjack trees

Kiss the playful prairie breeze

Look, Woody, you have the job.

Way down yonder on the Indian nation

Ridin' my pony on the reservation

In those Oklahoma hills where I was born

Way down yonder on the Indian nation

A cowboy's life is my occupation

In those Oklahoma hills where I was born

Here's an advance, Guthrie.

(STUTTERS) I want you to go and get a set

- (YODELING)
- of decent clothes.

(YODELING)

And show up here next Thursday!

(YODELING)

At 20 bucks a week.

(WHOOPS)

Since I'm almost, uh,
half-way respectable now,

maybe you could ask me
to your house for dinner.

PAULINE: That's not why I didn't ask you.

Well, what is why?

I don't know you.

Well...

I think I'd like some chicken
with dressing.

So go to sleep my weary hobo

Let the town drift slowly by

And can't you hear the steel rails hummin'

That's the hobo's lullaby

Folks, we got a real treat
for you tonight.

We got an ol' boy from Oklahoma
who not only sings songs, he write 'em.

And, his name is Woodrow Wilson Guthrie,
but we just call him Woody.

And his song is called,
I Ain't Got No Home.

Well, I ain't got no home

I'm just ramblin' around

I'm a hard workin' ramblin' man

And I go from town to town

Police make it hard

Hard everywhere I go

BOTH: And I ain't got no home

In this world anymore

I used to work for shares

Seems like I was always poor

Laid my crops right at the bankers door

My wife took up and died

On the cabin floor

And I ain't got no home

And I ain't got no home

WOMAN: Howdy, Ozark!

Hi, neighbors!

Can I talk to you for just a minute?

Sure. Sure. Sure can.

It seems to me, if I had to drag my tail home
with 75 or 80 cents in my pocket,

after working all day like this,

I'd begin to wonder if something
maybe wasn't a little bit wrong.

Maybe it'd be nice if you had enough money

to put food on the table
at the end of the day.

Well, did you ever stop to wonder
if maybe you couldn't do something

about the way you live,
because you can, friends.

(CARS APPROACHING)

Woody!

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

MAN: Come on, I'm gonna get you!

Get out!

And move your bunch
and stay out of this valley!

MAN: You people get back to work!

OZARK: Union! Union! Union!

(WOODY AND OZARK SINGING)

I been ridin' fast traveling

I thought you know'd

I been ridin' in flat wheelers

Way down the road

I been ridin' in blind passengers

Dead enders kickin' up cinders

I been havin' some hard travelin' Lord

I been walkin' that Lincoln Highway

I thought you know'd

I been kickin' at sixty-six

Away down the road

I got a heavy load, and a worried mind

I'm lookin' for a woman that's hard to find

I been havin' some hard travelin' Lord

Whoo!

All right! Give a big cheer here.

Them farm workers need your help.

I was expecting the Mayor.

Thought this was City Hall there,
for a second.

Come on in, Woody.

How much you get paid for working
at that place, anyhow?

I don't get paid. I'm a volunteer.

Excuse me, but, uh,
could I ask you a question?

Sure. What?

Well, don't you get, uh,
embarrassed, ever?

"Embarrassed ever?" About what?

Well...

Don't you get just a little bit embarrassed
about having so much,

when so many people, uh, got nothing?

Well, I don't think embarrassed.

I am very sorry that there are
so many people who have nothing.

Yeah, sure.

'Course you are.

Sorry you don't get the hand.

So, you ladle them up with soup and, uh

dish out a little charity.

Well, Woody,
we're not all as gifted as you are.

Some of us just do the best we can.

Pauline, uh,
let me tell you something, uh...

Well, when I was on the road,
I met a lot of different kinds of people.

Well, there is bums and freeloaders,

there's families
that was torn apart and...

Poor people that just was aching
for some kind of work.

And, men that are just
trying to get somewhere.

Anywhere.

They all got something in common,

that, uh, every one of them
had something to give me.

And then you meet, uh,
some man that's got some money,

and, uh, he'll be, uh,
tied up and anxious.

The human thing is just gone!

It's just gone, 'cause he's afraid.

Afraid that he's gonna lose something.

Why, he's afraid to smile

'cause somebody's gonna come
and swipe his teeth outta his mouth.

Woody, you don't really believe that
just because a person has money,

that he completely loses touch.

Because that's wrong.

I feel as alive and human as anyone else.

That don't give me nothing.

What the hell am I supposed
to give you, Woody?

(SCOFFS) Just why did you come here?

I just like the way you looked,

and I thought you had possibilities.

Possibilities.

Well, what must you think now?

Well, I think I'm lookin' at a

rich person.

So?

So, you're the only one
that's ever looked back.

(SINGING) You know Samson went out walkin'

And he slew a lion with his bare hands

But it took a pretty woman

To show Samson he was just a lamb

Come on, Woody, we haven't got all day.

I have a reputation to uphold.

Well, I tell ya, if anybody catches us here,
they're gonna be a little bit angry at us.

(WOODY SCATTING)

It doesn't have to look
like Rembrandt, did it?

Boy, I tell you, next time,
I'm painting the sign.

WOODY: It ain't bad.

Well, there ain't no sense in doing it
all if somebody can't read it.

Might as well just go around
painting signs white.

OZARK: I can see you never been caught.

Well, I wouldn't wanna be caught
by them guys out here,

with a sign that looked as awful as that.

E-L-L.

I-E.

There we go. S.

Okay. "Come on and..."

You can read that. Come on, let's go.

Good evening, y'all, this is, uh,
Woody talking to you,

while Ozark's catching his breath.

I'd like to dedicate a song tonight
to all you folks

sitting out there in fruit-picking camps.

Though you're squatting there hungry,

you're either too darned hot,
or too darned cold,

and, uh, wondering,
if you should've ever left home.

Well, this here's for y'all.

WOMAN: If we don't organize,

if we don't unite in our struggle,

those growers will have us
on our knees forever!

- MAN 1: Well, what about a strike?
- MAN 2: Well, we gotta keep on working!

- MAN 3: We gotta strike!
- WOMAN 2: What about our families?

We have people working for us!

There are donations of food and clothing
coming from all over the state!

We don't want charity, we want jobs.

Listen. Listen to me.

There ain't nobody gonna get any damn jobs
until you start to listen to us.

You're nothing but a bunch of Commies!

- Right.
- Sit down!

- You sit down!
- No!

Hey, wait a minute.
Now is not the time to sit down!

Now is the time to stand up
for your rights!

MAN 4: Aw, sit down and shut up!

WOMAN 1: Listen to him!

(ALL CLAMORING)

We're telling you the truth!

Hold it, please! Hold it.

Uh, just a tune about Free Red Range.

(SINGING) There once was a union maid

Who never was afraid

Of the goons and the ginks
and the company finks

And the deputy sheriffs
that made the raids

She went to the union hall

When a meetin' it was called

And when the company boys came around

She always stood her ground

Oh, you can't scare me

I'm stickin' to the union

I'm stickin' to the union

I'm stickin' to the union

Oh, you can't scare me

I'm stickin' to the union

I'm stickin' to the union

Until the day I die

Well, this union maid was wise

To the tricks of the company spies

She'd never gonna fool
by the company stool

She'd always organize the guys

She always got her way

When she'd ask for higher pay

She'd show her card to the National Guard

And this is what she'd say

Oh, you can't scare me

I'm stickin' to the union

I'm stickin' to the union

I'm stickin' to the union

ALL: Oh, you can't scare me

I'm stickin' to the union

I'm stickin' to the union

- Till the day I die
- Everybody!

Oh, you can't scare me

I'm stickin' to the union

I'm stickin' to the union

I'm stickin' to the union

Oh, you can't scare me

I'm stickin' to the union

I'm stickin' to the union

Till the day I die

I told you. Outside!

- Get your hands off me.
- I said outside!

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Uh, excuse me.

Did you ever think of becoming a painter?

I reckon I'd get busted up doing that,
just as easy as anything else.

I reckon you would.

Woody.

- Woody!
- Uh-huh.

I'm happy.

I'm really happy that I know you.

Yeah.

Yeah, what?

Yeah,

I'm married.

I got a wife and I got kids.

I guess I could've lied to you before.

But I can't lie to you now.

Starting to care.

I was caring, too, Pauline.

Just being around you.

Knowing you.

Most of this mail is favorable, Woody.

Yes. Very favorable indeed.

I didn't have no idea
that many people was listening.

(LAUGHS)

Well, apparently they are.

Woody, I'm gonna give you and Memphis Sue

your own half hour show to do every night!

How does that sound?

(WHOOPING)

And, uh, of course,
that means more money, too.

Say, uh, 35 a week?

No.

However...

However what?

However, uh,
you now have new sponsors, Woody,

and, uh, they've insisted that there be no
controversial material on their program.

So, just stick to the songs that have been

out and around for awhile
and everything" be fine.

Does that mean
I can't do my own songs on the show?

Of course, you can sing your own songs.

Long as it, uh,
doesn't get anybody riled up.

That sure sounds okay with me, Mr. Locke.

Uh...

Sure,

I guess it sounds A-okay with me, too.

Fine, then we'll, uh,
start on Monday, let's say?

Operator?

Yeah, I'd like to talk to Mary Guthrie,
in Pampa, Texas.

You'll have to get hold of a Mr. Jenkins
and, uh, he'll go and get her.

It's just so good to hear your voice.

Well, I'm gonna send you the money.
You just come on out here.

And I'll find you
a little house we can live in.

Oh, sure, honey,
just like you always talked about.

I love you, Mary.

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

Hey, Woody. Look at that.

- What is that?
- A field school.

What do you think?

Sure.

...the wonderful thing is you don't have to
know how to play one of 'em things.

To make music, you just, uh, just sing.

You just go ahead
and sing any song you wanna sing.

You can make up a song
and just, uh, just sing it to yourself.

You can just go ahead
and sing it out screaming loud.

You can sing about your troubles
or you can sing about your happiness.

Sing about your teacher,
or you can sing about the crop duster.

There's singing in all of us.

Just gotta learn to let it come on out.

(SINGING)
Well, you stick out your little hand

To every woman kid and man

And you weave it up and down

Howdido, howdido

And you weave it up and down

Howdido

I feel glad when you feel good

You brighten up my neighborhood

With a dodi di dededi

Howdido, howdido

With a howdi howde hi, howdido

OZARK: You have every right
to set down limits, Woody.

Now, he's not gonna allow
any preaching on your show.

I suppose you're right.

But they got a Sunday morning
gospel hour every night

and that fellow sure preaches.

That's what Locke's paying him to do.

He's paying you to entertain.

What would you do?

I'd do just like he said.

You would?

Because that's how I make my living.
That's how I eat.

It don't have nothing to do
with coming out to the fields

or doing the benefits or nothing.

You can separate it? Just like that?

I can separate it. Just like that.

(SINGING) Drop whatever you are doin'

Stop your work and worry too

Get right down and take it easy

Here come Woody and Memphis Sue

You just drop off a letter

We will sing a song for you

Easy-going country people

Plain ol' Woody and Memphis Sue

Good evening to you all.

Tonight Woody and I have got
30 minutes of your favorites

you've been dying to hear
and we're gonna start off

with Simmer on Spooning.

One, two...

I just decided to sing something else.

Well, lots of folks back east'd say

Leavin' town most every day

Tryin' to beat their dusty way

To the California line

Well, across the desert sands they roll

Tryin' to get outta that ol' dust bowl

And they think they're
headin' for a sugar bowl

Here is what they find

'Cause the police at the port of entry say

You're number fourteen thousand for today

And if you ain't got the do-re-mi boy

You ain't got the do-re-mi

You better go back home to beautiful Texas

Oklahoma, Georgia, Kansas

Tennessee, South of the border

California is the Garden of Eden

The paradise to live in or to see

But believe it or not

You won't find it's so hot

If you ain't got the do-re-mi

A lost cause, you mean.

And he is ticked off.

(CHUCKLES) Well, I expected that.

Yeah, well, he said that from now on
you have to make a list

each week of all the songs
you plan on singing.

Well, he might as well fire me then,
'cause I ain't making no list.

Dammit, Woody, don't you go
and mess up this job.

Now, God knows what's gonna
happen to you, if you get can...

Will you stop splashing when I'm trying
to talk to you, for God's sake?

Now, you stop it, too!
Now, dammit, that ain't funny! Stop it!

Ain't it something?

Oh, this city, it's something.

You've only seen a bit of it, Mary.

OZARK:
Hey, Woody, you know what we ought to do?

Let's get a picnic basket together
and take the girls down to the beach.

WOODY: Well, that'd be some time else.

Me and Mary ain't, uh, seen each other
for few months. Understand?

Right. Hey, listen,
you need some help with those?

Oh, I can handle it okay.

Thanks for the ride, Ozark.

You bet.

Hey, honey, let me show you the inside.

Look at this.

Huh?

Oh!

Come here, let me show you this.

- Electric, huh?
- Oh, a refrigerator!

Let me show you the bedroom.

Oh, I ain't finished looking
at the kitchen yet, Woody.

(WHISPERING) Oh, my God!

Our own bedroom.

Oh!

Oh, this pin.

(WHOOPS)

(LAUGHING)

(WOODY WHOOPING)

It's so pretty, Woody. It's so perfect.

To celebrate say wooiee!

- No!
- Go ahead.

- I don't have to.
- Why not? Go ahead and do it.

- No.
- Go ahead.

Or I'll tickle you.

All right. Wooiee!

What's the matter?
Ain't you ticklish no more?

(LAUGHING)

Come on. Do it again, come on.

(LAUGHING) Okay!

Wooiee!

WOODY: Wooiee!

Hey, we have wet shoes.

Yeah!

I think I sounded awful.

Oh, you were great, Sue.

- I wasn't great.
- You were.

Mr. Guthrie, excuse me, my name's Baker.
You don't know me.

I'm an agent and, uh, I know that you're
working here without a contract.

Now, if you would be willing
to travel a bit,

I think I could double, maybe triple
what you're earning right now.

(CHUCKLES) How would you do that?

Well, better shows, for one thing.

Mr. Guthrie, I think that I could wangle
you a coast to coast broadcast.

I mean, I know a lot of important people
that I would like to talk to about you.

Well, I'll think it over.

Well, okay. I mean,
I don't wanna press you.

Why don't I come back when we can talk

when I've got something
in the works for you?

Sure.

Mr. Guthrie, you're gonna be
on your way before you know it.

- Hello, Baker.
- Hello.

Woody, uh, just a minute, please,
I wanna talk to you.

Uh... I haven't seen any list yet.

List?

Yes, you know, the, uh, list of songs
that you're scheduled to do next week.

Well, yeah, I ain't, uh, wrote it yet.

Well, uh, I need, I need the list, Woody.

Because the, uh,
the sponsors are insist...

(SIGHING)

What the hell is that?

It's an artichoke.

An artichoke.

What do you do with it?

You eat it.

Damndest thing I ever seen.

Don't look too appetizing, do it?

I gets paid to pick 'em, not to eat 'em.

I guess you are.

Bet they don't pay you much for picking
them ugly old things, either, do they?

I don't get much.

Did you ever think about all that stooping

for just pennies?

You one of those union men?

You, uh, you one of those fellas
talking about strike?

I talk about whatever it is that works.

I got no time to talk to you, mister!

WOODY: (SINGING) We died 'neath your trees

And we died in your bushes

Both sides of the river

We died just the same

Is this the best way

We can grow our big orchards?

Is this the best way

We can grow our good fruit?

Oh, our dry leaves

That rot on my topsoil

And to be called by no name except

Deportees

Goodbye my Juan

Goodbye Rosalita

(SINGING IN SPANISH)

Jesus y Maria

You won't have your names

When you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be

Deportees

Oklahoma, Texas ain't nothing
compared to California.

Now that don't seem right somehow,
it being so pretty out here and all.

No, it ain't right.

Not at all.

Does seem like it was easier
to put up with

nature and dust storms and all

than it is to put up with greed.

Yeah, I guess so.

Did you, uh,
did you ever make that list for Mr. Locke?

No, I didn't. Not yet.

Don't he want it right away?

I suppose he does.

It ain't that easy for me to do.
Make up a list.

No, I guess not.

I was cleaning yesterday, Woody,

this old man,
he must've been 70 years old.

He didn't have no teeth,

he wasn't wearing no shoes.

He came to the door begging for food.

I gave him some fried chicken.

He was wrinkled.

Wrinkled ol' face, just lit right up.

Then I started in worrying about us.

I got real worried, Woody.

Asking myself, "My God, are we gonna be
like that again, two weeks from now?"

I can't help thinking
about those bad times.

I don't want 'em to happen again.

Woody?

It's me, Johnson.

Hey, it sure is.

What the hell happened to you?

Oh, uh, we had some trouble out there.

Them, uh, owners has sent the men charging

into a picket line that we had set up.

And they're swinging their clubs
in every direction, just...

Just got me.

Did that to you, huh?

- Yeah.
- Wow.

There were some others, I'm afraid.

What about your family? They okay?

Yeah, yeah, they're fine.

Fact is, uh, I been learning
an awful lot from that baby 0' mine.

Been learning, have ya?

Yeah.

Yeah, I been learning that

when that baby wants something,
she's gonna cry,

and carry on something awful
till she gets what she's after.

Then I started thinking about

all those thousands of people,

working out there in the fields.

Never getting nothing they want.

Just giving up.

Never saying nothing.

I don't wanna wind up like that, Woody.

I don't wanna end up just sitting around.

(SCOFFS)

So, I made up my mind
that I'm just gonna speak out.

Just like that baby of mine.

I'm gonna let folks know what I want.

Well, what's Liz think about all this?

Well, she's plenty scared.
You know how women are.

She says she's proud of me.

I bet she is.

Yeah.

Anyway, Woody, what I come to tell you

is keep up your music,
'cause everybody's listening.

Well...

Keep on doing the work, huh?

Woody. I want the list.
And I want it right now.

Ah, that wasn't so...
Woody, just a minute, please.

It wasn't so painful, was it?

"Bury Me Beneath the Willow.

"Sweet Pearl.

"Long Green Valley", what is that?

That's not about the San Fernando Valley,

or pickers, or orchards,
or anything like that is it?

It's about a man that killed his sweetheart,
'cause she's sleeping around on him.

Oh, good.

Least he thinks she was.

Well, that's good.
Yeah, these are fine, Woody.

Fine, thank you.

WOODY: (SINGING) It's a mighty hard road

That these poor hands have hoed

My poor feet have traveled

A hot dusty road

From out of the old dust bowl

And westward we rolled

And your desert was hot

And your mountains were cold

Green pastures of plenty

From high desert ground

From the Grand Coulee Dam

Where the water runs down

This land I'll defend

With my life if need be

'Cause these pastures of plenty

Must always

Be free

(SINGING) Look on them deserts

All around me

You and me

This land

There's a better world a-comin',
tell you why

There's a better world a-comin',
tell you why

There's a better world a-comin', by and by

There's a better world a-comin'

Can't you see? Can't you see?

There's a better world a-comin'

Can't you see?

When we'll all be union
and we'll all be free

There's a better world a-comin'

Can't you see?

I'm a union man

In a union war

It's a union world I'm fightin' for

'Cause there's a better world a-comin',
tell you why

Tell you why

There's a better world a-comin',
tell you why

Through the marchin' and the battlin'

You can see the chains a rattlin'

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Get outta here, boy.

I'll get out when I'm good and ready, and I
ain't good and ready, just yet.

Yes, you are!

(GRUNTING)

John, hold him!

(GRUNTING)

I just been on the bum
for the last few months.

Figured now, I'll go to LA and stay there.

Where you from?

Shit, I think I was born in an orange
grove somewheres, I don't know.

Do your folks know where you are?

Unless they lined everyone up
and count heads,

they wouldn't even know I was missing.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

Daddy!

- Hey, Snooks!
- Hi, Dad!

Hey! Give me a kiss.

(GIGGLES) Daddy!

What're you doing here, anyway, huh?

GIRL: And the boy scolded us
and their mothers and fathers

and their sisters pull 'em up.

Yeah, what he might do, I think,
and but we'll eat 'em for dinner.

Sure.

Guess who's home?

Hi, honey.

Where have you been?

Oh, I just had to

touch the people for a little bit, honey.

Well, darn it, Woody.

While you been out fighting again,

you may have just lost that job.

Mr. Locke's been calling every day
and he's real upset.

And that agent fellow's been calling,
and he's mad.

AW, the hell with them.

Well, you can't say that.
You just can't say that.

Mr. Locke is paying you better money
than you ever got before.

You can't say the hell with all that.

That don't mean nothing.

Well, if it don't, what does?

I know it ain't me and the kids.

You don't think nothing about running
off whenever you get the urge.

Oh, Mary...

Don't even talk like that.

Now, I truly care about
you and the kids. I truly care.

Well, that sure ain't the way it seems!

You're spending your whole life out there,
trying to fix the world!

You're not doing nothing
to help our family!

Hell! I brought you out here
to California, didn't I?

And then you left!

Hell, Mary, it's just that I

can't seem to...

I just can't stand to sit still.

I always feel like
I ought to be somewheres else.

Anywheres else!

What about me? What am I supposed to do?

Sit and wait,

while you are off gallivanting
around the country?

Am I?

Am I supposed to just sit

and worry if the kids
are gonna have a daddy?

'Cause maybe you got your head bashed in.

Am I?

Am I supposed to sit home and pray to God

my husband ain't wandering around
somewheres bleeding to death?

Keep going like this, Woody, and our
family's gonna be down on our knees,

begging them growers for a day's work!

- Dammit, woman...
- We're gonna be on our knees begging!

Stop your talking, will ya?

Well, shutting me up,
isn't gonna make anything better!

I said stop talking!

I ain't through!

Just one more word now,
just one more word!

Are you sure you haven't got
something else on your mind?

You positive?

(SOBBING)

Aw...

- Mary...
- Don't!

LOCKE: And so help me,
if anyone else had walked out on me

without a word,
they'd be out on the street!

Stop fussing, I'm gonna give you
one more chance, just one.

But, I want you to be responsible
and stick to the songs...

SUE: (SINGING)
No, I won't take off my buckskin gloves

They're made of Spanish leather

I'll go my way from day to day

And sing with the Gypsy Davy

And sing it with the Gypsy Davy

That song with the Gypsy Davy

And lovin'

That Gypsy Davy

I'd like to dedicate this next song

to all you pickers out there,

with your hearts aching
and your bellies growling.

And, I'd like you to remember that
if you feel like singing along with me,

and you don't know all the words,

just go ahead and make up
some of your own.

I'm sure you all got plenty to say
about the way things are.

You continually force me
to treat you like a child!

Now, what do I have to say
to get through to you?

You can tell me you don't like my singing.

That is not up to me, Woody.

There are sponsors.
Now, if it were up to me...

Do you like me singing?

But, that isn't the point!

I'm tryin' to tell you something.
There are sponsors.

They pay for the right to hear
what they wanna hear.

Maybe you like some of my singing
but not all of my singing.

Woody, please! Just listen to me.

Now they feel
that that kind of material...

I like my singing too much

to take orders from some fat little squirt
doesn't even know his own mind.

(SIGHS)

Well, then there's not much
to discuss, is there?

You want the job,
or do you not want the job?

Do you think I can't replace you?

In ten minutes? In five minutes?

I don't need this place.
I can sing on the street if I feel like.

Well, get the hell out of my office!

I don't need you.

I can sing while I'm walking.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Woody!

- What the hell you up to?
- Leave me go, Ozark.

I ain't in no mood for talking.

(LAUGHS)
You got your butt fired, didn't you?

Damn right, I did.

What'd he tell you?

He didn't tell me nothing.

You mean he didn't
say anything about Baker?

- Who?
- That agent!

Hell, no!

Now, well, he wouldn't.

You see, Baker's just been
calling you about 20 times a day.

He is starting to get things
rolling for you, Woody!

Rolling how? What do you mean?

He's got you all signed up
to do a spot for CBS.

Coast to coast!

- Coast to coast?
- That's right!

Damn. Coast to coast.

And, that ain't all.
He's got an audition lined up

with some of the big hotel downtown.

A show like that could bring in
another hundred a week!

Damn!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Shoot, Woody!

You're gonna wind up singing
to this whole damn country!

Come on, boy, we got us
some celebrating to do!

Damn! Coast to coast!

(WHOOPING)

Come on, Woody.

(LAUGHING)

Jesus!

WOODY: Here comes Santy Claus!

Where is everybody?

Everybody's birthday!

And there ain't nobody getting any older.

Mary's gone.

She took the kids.

Gone back to Pampa.

Oh, hell!

You don't think she left
'cause you got fired?

She left before that.

She always leaves the time on the note.

4:30.

4:30, yesterday afternoon.

Damn woman, anyhow.

Who the hell cares
what time you write a note?

Huh?

(SINGING) I'm in the mood for love

Simply because you're near me

Funny but when you're near me

I'm in the mood for love

You know, there's, uh,
steady money here at The Grove.

I'm gonna book you here for six weeks,

and then I'm gonna book you in every
top hotel and club in the country.

You know,
you gotta watch your step though at CBS.

You know, you gotta be careful
about the material you select.

GRAHAM: Thank you. Thank you.

We already have a ballad singer.

WOMAN: I think we should see him.

Oh, Guthrie.
I had good reports about Guthrie.

Mr. Guthrie.

It's a mighty hard road

That these poor hands have hoed

My poor feet have traveled

A hot dusty road

On the edge of your city

You'll see us then and there

I've come with the dust and I'm gone

GRAHAM: Mr. Guthrie. That's enough.

With the Wind

That's enough, Mr. Guthrie. Thank you!

You have a really nice quality.

WOMAN: Oh, he's wonderful.

GRAHAM:
I told you I had good reports about him.

What kind of angle could we use?

I mean, Western?

GRAHAM:
How about a simple hillbilly presentation?

Big overalls, uh, maybe a straw hat.

Stick him in front of a haystack.

WOMAN: You know, that might work.

We could get the, uh,
the Benton Brothers to back him up.

GRAHAM: I think so. I think so.

WOMAN: Maybe they could use him
as a lead into something, you know...

Uh, excuse me, uh,
while you folks are talking to each other,

I wonder if you could tell me
which way is the bathroom.

Oh, out the door, turn right,
and, uh, first door on the right.

For God's sake,
this is a big chance for you.

Can you afford to throw it away?
Where you going?

Outta this damn hotel.

I got no desire to sing to folks that's

drinking martinis and stuffing
themselves full of lamb chops.

Well, what about the CBS broadcast?
You gonna throw that away, too?

Tell you, standing in a radio station,

doing what they tell me to do
ain't my idea of having fun.

Now, come on, Woody,
now stop a minute and let's talk it out.

This is important to you.

Oh, it ain't nothing, Ozark!

Tell you what's important.
The worse thing that can happen is

to cut yourself loose from the folks!

Where the hell are you going?

Just tell me where you're going!

Hell, I don't know.

Europe, New York, China.

New York.

Maybe I'll come with you.
When you leaving?

Now!

Dammit, Woody,
why do you have to go at everything

like you're killing snakes with a hoe?

- And why New York?
- Why the hell not?

It's got people, don't it?
It's got unions!

Besides, I can sing
while I'm walking there!

This land is your land

This land is my land

So long, Woody!

From California

To the New York island

From the redwood forest

To the Gulf Stream waters

WOODY: I hate a song that makes you
think that you're not any good.

I hate a song that makes you
think you're just born to lose.

Bound to lose. No good to nobody.
No good for nothing.

Because you're either too old or too young

or too fat, or too thin, or too ugly,
or too this or too that.

Songs that run you down
and songs that poke fun of you

on account of your bad luck
or your hard traveling.

I am out to fight those kinds of songs

to my very last breath of air
and my last drop of blood.

I'm out to sing songs and to prove to you

that this is your world
even if it's kicked you pretty hard

and knocked you down for a dozen loops,

no matter how hard it's run you down
or rolled over you,

no matter what color,
what size you are, how you're built,

I am out to sing the songs
that'll make you take pride in yourself!

(SINGING) Nobody livin'

Can ever stop me

As I go walkin'

Down freedom highway

Nobody livin'

Can make me turn back

This land was made for you and me

I've roamed and rambled

And I followed my footsteps

To the sparkling sands of

Her diamond deserts

And all around me

A voice was sounding

This land was made for you and me

When the sun comes shining

And I was strolling

And the wheat fields waving

And the dust clouds rolling

As the fog was lifting

A voice was chanting

This land was made for you and me

Nobody livin'

Can ever stop me

As I go walkin'

Down freedom's highway

Nobody livin'

Can make me turn back

This land was made for you and me

I've sung this song, but I'll sing it over

The people I've met the places I've been

Some of the troubles that bothered my mind

And a lot of good people
that I've left behind

So long, it's been good to know you

So long, it's been good to know you

So long, it's been good to know you

What a long time Since I've been home

And I've gotta be drifting along

Tom Joad got out of that old McAlester pen

'Twas there that he got his parole

After four long years
on a man killing charge

Tom Joad came walking down the road

Oh, boy

Tom Joad came Walking down the road

Tell me what were their names

Tell me what were their names

Did you have a friend

On the good movin' train

What were their names

Tell me what were their names

Did you have a friend

On the good movin' train

I'm blowin' down this old dusty road

I'm blowin' down this old dusty road

I'm blowin' down this old dusty road

And I ain't gonna be treated this way

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

Roll on, Columbia, roll on

Your power is turning our darkness to dawn

So roll on, Columbia, roll on

I been havin' some hard travelin'

I thought you know'd

I been havin' some hard travelin'

Way down the road

I been havin' some hard travelin'

Hard travelin, hard gamblin'

Been having some hard travelin' Lord

As I went walking

That ribbon of highway

I saw above me

That endless skyway

And all around me

A voice keeps sayin'

This land was made for you and me

As I went walking

I saw a sign there

And on the sign it

Said no trespassing

But on the other side

It didn't say nothing

That side was made for you and me

This land is your land

This land is my land

From California

To the New York island

From the redwood forest

To the gulf stream waters