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(WIND ROARING FAINTLY)

You know, I've been thinkin' about this,

and I'm not sure how I feel.

The fact is, those blues guys came from rural areas

to Dallas because there were people with money in the city,

and they could play and entertain

and they wouldn't have to work in the fields.

You know, in some ways we're the same I guess.

Wasn't much more than that.

You know, recording contracts were pretty new at the time.

They just wanted to play their songs and get paid.

Early on, those cats were coming here

to make somethin' better.

I'm not sure if they really knew

there was anything more than making money

and playing in the streets and juke joints.

But ultimately Blind Lemon Jefferson was the only one

to make any money during that time,

and he literally froze to death on the streets of Chicago.

But he did pave the way for guys like Stevie and Jimmie.

Now I don't consider myself a blues musician,

but I identify with them 'cause that was the music

that turned me on from an early age.

One of my favorite quotes is from Townes Van Zandt,

and he said, "There's only two kinds of music,

"the blues and zippity do da,

"and I don't play no zippity do da."

I always just took that as

either it means somethin' or it don't.

And you can play the blues even though

you're not playing the blues, so to speak.

I hold those guys with the reverence of saints.

They're all legends now and long gone.

Lucky them.

They all rest in peace, and I'm still here.

Nobody knows it.

(DOOR CREAKING)

(FAINT COUNTRY MUSIC)

(PEOPLE SPEAKING FAINTLY)

All right, thank you guys very much.

(INSTRUMENTS CLATTERING) (PEOPLE SPEAKING FAINTLY)

BARTENDER: How'd you do?

WES: Oh, good enough for another whiskey.

BARTENDER: Right on.

Have a good night.

(FOOTSTEPS THUDDING)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(SLOW BLUES MUSIC)

(GUITAR CASE THUDS)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

WOMAN: Hello?

Wes, are you there?

If so, pick up.

Okay, I know you can hear me.

Listen, I get it, you're still upset,

and I'm not saying you shouldn't be or how you should feel.

But you cannot keep calling me

all hours of the morning and hanging up.

We're both adults here.

You are just gonna have to accept certain things.

Number one being that we are done, period.

Number two, we're both free to see other people.

Number three, we are not allowed to shout obscenities

while we are drunk to these other people.

And number four, my parents are coming back

from the lake house, so please have everything cleaned up

and leave the key on the counter

and walk yourself out the front door.

And don't ever sneak into their house like this again, bye.

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

(CAR DOOR BANGS) (LIVELY BLUES MUSIC)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

♪ Now if you go down to Deep Ellum ♪

♪ Keep your carburetor clean ♪

♪ Said now you go down to Deep Ellum ♪

♪ Now keep your carburetor clean ♪

♪ Them Deep Ellum women ♪

♪ Well, they burnin' that dirty gasoline ♪

♪ Now if you go down to Deep Ellum ♪

♪ Cost you a 100-dollar bill ♪

♪ Said now if you go down to Deep Ellum ♪

♪ It cost you a 100-dollar bill ♪

♪ Gonna need that, boy ♪

♪ You know them cops ♪ comes, and pay your bills ♪

♪ I said, oh, now mama ♪

♪ Your daddy got them Deep Ellum blues ♪

♪ I said, oh, now mama ♪

♪ Daddy got them Deep Ellum blues ♪

♪ Don't matter which way I go, oh now ♪

♪ You know I'm bound to blues ♪

(SLOW, DRAMATIC BLUES FLOURISH MUSIC)

(SIRENS WAILING) (WES CHUCKLING)

The sirens in there too, yeah.

That's...

- That's about right, right? - Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

All right, man, it was fun.

- See you next time. - We'll do it, Donnie.

Right.

Same place, same time, huh?

Yeah, maybe not. (WES CHUCKLING)

We'll try.

- Sometime. - We'll try.

Sometime closer. (WES CHUCKLING)

- All right, bud. - All right, man.

Do you want me to help you with that?

(SLOW BLUES MUSIC)

(IGNITION CREAKS)

(CAR DOOR CREAKS)

(CAR DOOR BANGS)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(TRAFFIC RUMBLING)

(AIRPLANE ROARING)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Troylene?

Troylene, I know you're in there.

I can hear Patsy Cline on the stereo.

(FAINT, MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(DOOR LATCH CLICKS)

What's this? (TROYLENE SIGHS)

Wes, I have given you several friendly reminders.

Come on, you know I'm good for it.

Two months, it'll be three at the end of this week.

Look, things just got away from me this time, that's all.

Two months, three months?

I,

Wes, I just can't.

Come on, give me one more chance.

I got some things happenin', things are gonna come through.

Wes, it's not fair to the other tenants who pay

on time in full.

Well, nobody around here's trying

to make a record, now are they?

No, Wes, nobody's tryin' to make a record around here.

We just do what we gotta do, everyone's tryin' to make it.

We all wake up and put our pants on, one leg at a time.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

WES: Troylene.

Troylene.

What?

- My crabs? - Oh, God.

(TRAFFIC RUMBLING)

(TROYLENE CLATTERING)

This is heavy.

Don't hurt yourself.

(WES GRUNTS)

WES: Chocolate chip cookies?

Fresh out of the oven.

Would you like some?

Okay.

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

There you go.

Now you get things straightened out,

I want you to know, you're always welcome here, okay?

WES: Thanks, Troylene.

Mm-hmm.

(WES SIGHS)

(WES SIGHS)

(CAR DOOR BANGS) (OBJECT CLATTERS)

(WES BREATHING HEAVILY)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

♪ Down on (SINGING FAINTLY) ♪

(ICE RATTLING)

(BEER BOTTLE HISSES)

WES: Hey, Rex.

(GLASS RATTLING) (CORK SQUEAKING)

(GLASSES CLINKING)

What's going on?

Hey man, you mind if I bring Rodgers and Kenny in?

Its' hot out there and I don't want those guys to bake.

REX: Who?

Rodgers and Kenny, them's my hermit crabs.

It's been kind of a long day.

- You mind? - By all means.

(SINGING FAINTLY)

(CASH REGISTER RINGING)

(BOTTLES CLATTERING)

You got a pen?

No.

Yeah.

Thanks.

(CASH REGISTER DINGING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(BOTTLES CLANKING)

I'm comin'!

I'm comin'.

The world's in such a hurry these days.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Fast food, fast cars, fast times.

(LONNIE EXHALING)

Lonnie's Locksmith and Keys.

Hello.

Hello?

(RECEIVER CLICKS)

Must have found a spare. (CHUCKLING)

Phonus balonus, oh well.

My oh my.

In the blink of eye.

(LONNIE LAUGHING RASPINGLY)

Now just where did I put my due-backs?

Well, they... (CLATTERING)

Where'd them things go?

(LONNIE MUTTERING)

(LONNIE HOLLERING)

- Hey. - Ah, ah, dear God.

Don't ever sneak up on a man like that.

You gotta let 'em know that you're comin'.

Why, horsefeathers!

Look at my hand, it's still shaking.

Now whatever you want,

you's just gonna have to take second burner

till I find those smokes.

Until then, none of us are gonna get what we want.

- No, I guess not. - No, we're not.

I was over there...

Oh, hey! (LAUGHING)

Now we're on the trolley! (LAUGHING)

Come on, let's get out of here; hotter'n a dog's mouth.

(LONNIE SIGHS)

I swear to God,

I don't know what I wanna do with all this shit.

WES: Well, tell me what you want done

and I'll come over here and help you out.

LONNIE: Oh, bullshit.

(LONNIE GROANING)

A good news messenger. (SIGHS)

Well what's good and what's new in the world, son?

Oh, not much good.

Not much new.

Hey, Pop.

I think I'm gonna need a set of those trailer keys.

It would appear so.

I thought maybe you'd wised up and was headed to Nashville.

(LONNIE TUTS)

(KEYS JINGLING)

(LONNIE SIGHS)

Mm.

Oh, Lordy, hey.

I got a better idea.

Why don't you come up with me to the house?

What do you think, huh?

(CHUCKLING) Couple of bachelors, it'd be great.

You know, since Mom's been gone, you know,

it's quiet and all.

I know, I just I think

it'd be best I stick this one out at the trailer.

Come on, come on, it'll be great.

(SIGHS) No, just not right now.

Well you give me a one good reason and I'll drop it.

It's just,

I feel stuck.

If I come back and stay at the house, I'll feel like

I'm gonna be moving backwards

and I can't feel that right now, I just,

I just can't do it, it's just as simple as it is.

(KEYS JINGLING)

LONNIE: Moe.

Thanks, Pop.

It doesn't have any AC.

And it has plenty of power and water, you know,

and there's phone lines.

And if you run out of food, now, in that icebox,

well, you come and see me, all right?

That, I won't take a no for.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(DOOR BANGS)

(WIND CHIMES CLANGING)

Hey boys, we're home.

(DOOR RATTLES)

(DOOR BANGS)

(FAINT TECHNO MUSIC)

(DOOR BANGS)

Say, my man, this your chariot?

You a cowboy?

I'm the

sheriff of this town.

Everybody knows that.

Just because you wear a cowboy hat,

that don't make you the law, see?

Ain't room for one

one sheriff around here.

I catch you breakin' the law, I'll give you a warning.

(STUTTERING) Second time,

I'll put your penis in jail.

If that don't work, I'll put it in hot

hot sauce.

That's just the law.

Shit.

(SHERIFF GRUNTING)

I got my eye on you, cowboy.

Shit!

The sheriff's always watchin'!

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC) (ENGINE RUMBLING)

He's always watchin'!

(BOAT ENGINE RUMBLING) (TWANGY GUITAR MUSIC)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(WAVES LAPPING) (SLOW MUSIC)

(SAILS FLAPPING)

(TRAP DOOR SQUEAKS)

(CATFISH SIGHS IN DISGUST)

Oh, dude! (LAUGHING)

Oh, dude, you have no idea how happy I am to see you.

Oh man, I heard a thump on the side of the boat,

I just knew I'd hit somethin'.

Shit, thought maybe I forgot to tie up again,

driftin' on out, hit somethin', again.

(SIGHS) (LAUGHS) Man!

Man, I don't know how I got home last night.

You know, some things in life are a mystery.

Did you get coffee?

Oh, that's what I'm talkin' about.

You, my friend, are a true friend.

What?

What?

Kolache?

(CATFISH SNIFFING)

Oh, jalapeno, sausage, and cheese kolache.

Oh, man, you are a angel!

Absolute angel, man. (SNIFFING)

Hey, you know what?

You just bought yourself a ticket to the honey hole.

Damn straight, man.

Guaranteed to catch your limit there.

I'm takin' you to the honey hole.

Yes sir, yes sir, indeed.

(WAVES SLOSHING)

You know what trips me out, man?

Birds.

I mean, they can walk and fly.

How cool would that be?

Suddenly you realize a place you wanna get to

is a little further than what you'd like to walk,

so you just flap your arms and fly there, man.

What's really trippy is that there's all kinds of birds.

Social birds, loner birds,

chill birds, birds of prey,

talking birds, pet birds,

little tiny hummingbirds, and ostriches. (CHUCKLING)

You know, in cartoons they're always making ostriches

out to be scaredy cats,

always stickin' their head in the sand?

(CHUCKLING) Truth is, they're meaner'n hell, man.

Yeah, they'll peck your freakin' eyes out

or break your kneecaps with one swift kick

from them crazy long legs.

Not to mention, they can run over 30 miles per hour.

Now they can't fly,

but turkeys can; a lot of people don't know that.

Don't get me started on pigeons, man.

Pigeons and doves, you know,

they're part of the bird family Columbidae,

makes up about 310 species of birds; 300, damn.

But the pigeon that trips me out most is the homing pigeon.

Man, these downtown city pigeons can navigate

routes and followin' man-made structures,

and makin' 90-degree turns, following roads,

just like humans navigate, man.

Yeah.

You know, knowin' how smart these birds are

kinda makes me never wanna eat 'em, but shit, man.

Fried chicken?

- Can't beat fried chicken. - No, sir.

Hey, man, speaking of birds,

why don't you play that bluebird song you got?

Man, I'd just love to here that right now.

- "Still I Fall," man. - What?

- The song. - You talkin' that poetry

gibberish again?

Song title's called "Still I Fall."

It just mentions birds from time to time.

You know, it's kind of a simple song, I guess.

If you wanna hear it, I'll play it.

I'd love to hear it, man.

They come up dry, that's all right.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

♪ Oh bluebird on my shoulder ♪

♪ Oh bluebird came to sing ♪

♪ Oh then if I could hold her ♪

♪ I'd fly on her wing ♪

♪ Well the robin hid in the snowfall ♪

♪ And stole the old man blind ♪

♪ Lining her pockets ♪

♪ With the flowers of the springtime ♪

♪ Now I believe ♪

♪ It's not as easy as ♪ it seems to believe ♪

♪ 'Cause I fall on down to my knees ♪

♪ Now I believe ♪

♪ It's not as easy as ♪ it seems to believe ♪

♪ Just that I fall down to my knees ♪

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

♪ Well the sparrow is up in the tower ♪

♪ Rings the bell for the dove's release ♪

♪ Hey, babe, won't you stay forever ♪

♪ With sugar, pretty please ♪

♪ Now I believe ♪

♪ It's not as easy as ♪ it seems to believe ♪

♪ Still I fall on down to my knees ♪

♪ It's not as easy ♪

♪ It's not as easy as ♪ it seems to believe ♪

♪ And I fall down to my knees ♪

♪ And I fall down to my knees ♪

♪ Still I fall ♪

Man.

You have a special talent, Wes.

You have a gift, man, I'm serious.

I think that's the best compliment anybody can give someone.

I'm serious, you sit back, you take a look at their life

and you realize that they have a gift.

That they are special, that they have it.

That's you, man, that's you.

This town don't know it yet.

Shit, this town don't know nothin'.

One day you're gonna own this town.

The first thing I'd do if I owned this town is sell it.

(CATFISH LAUGHING)

I mean, don't get me wrong.

I'd take a break.

Don't want any handouts.

Hand me one of those.

CATFISH: Sure.

What I need

is a big old juicy break.

The kind with no strings attached,

and no treble hook at the end.

That's what I need.

Amen, brother.

By the way, your honey hole sucks.

(TUTS) Come on, man.

WES: Just keep drinkin' beer?

I guess.

(SCOFFS) You just ruined a perfectly good moment.

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

"Honeysuckle," oh, yeah, the latest from the O's!

Those boys'll be pickin' their guitars and banjos

at Club Dada on Saturday night downbeat around nine p.m.

We only play the best in Texas red dirt music.

And comin' up, we got the latest

from Randy Rodgers, the Bird Dogs,

and the Promisin' Outlaws, right here on 95.3 the Range!

Moose knuckles, it's hot in here.

You lost or you window shoppin'?

Um, I'm just lookin' for James.

James?

All right.

Yeah, I'm looking for James.

I been sendin' him my music up here.

Just wanted to make sure he's still gettin' it.

The packaging, and tapes, postage,

it's turning into a little bit of money.

Just wanna make sure that he's gettin' 'em.

Oh, yeah, we been gettin' 'em.

You must be that cat sends about three or four tapes a week.

Three.

What's that?

- I send y'all three... - Yeah.

- Tapes a week. - Yeah.

Yeah, well I'm James, okay, James Doyle.

But you can't go by James when you're playing

the latest in country music, that's why I go by Bubba.

What's your name again?

Wes, Wes Milligan.

Where you from, Wes?

I'm from Houston, I came up to Dallas as fast as I could.

Played down in Deep Ellum,

played the places where Huddie Ledbetter

and Blind Lemon Jefferson and those guys played.

Cool, cool, you got a band?

Uh, no.

- You got an album? - No, sir.

Hmm, you ever put like single down

and mixed and mastered it?

No, sir, but I was hopin' maybe that, uh,

well you might let me get on the radio today

and play some songs.

(LAUGHING) Oh, all right, yeah.

So you just come right in and play.

No, I don't think that's the way it's gonna work.

See, I play the hits of country music that people record.

I make 'em hits 'cause I play 'em on my radio show.

But I appreciate you comin' in.

Why don't you grab a couple of them Range koozies

over there, I'll sign a couple of 'em.

You're funny, man, you're funny, I like you.

(LAUGHING) But you're funny.

95.3, the Range, weather (SPEAKING FAINTLY).

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(SOFT COUNTRY MUSIC)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(TOILET FLUSHING)

Sorry, bro, I took so long. (GROANS)

My stomach's got them gurgles, you know,

my tum-tum's got those (IMITATES GROANING).

Oh, man, I don't remember eatin' chili, but chili,

chili came out.

I need to eat more veggies, but it's just so hard

when I'm surrounded by all this deliciousness, you know,

the hush puppies and the mac and cheese.

And you know the mac and cheese is good.

I know it's good, 'cause I make it good, all right?

You been sittin', cuttin' farts on that bucket

this whole time?

Look, I'm over here tellin' you my personal problems,

tellin' you about my digestion and my diseases.

You're not even...

You know what, if you think I'm gonna help you

with those dishes, you're outta your mind.

Well,

I will help you with those dishes because,

because, Wes, you're my best friend.

Easy, Kemosabe.

I'm listening to you, I heard everything you said.

I can do more than one thing at one time, you know.

Kemosabe?

You know that's racist, right?

Look, Kemosabe in Spanish sounds like

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

And the other one, Tonto?

That sounds like (SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE) in Spanish,

and (SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE) means stupid.

So you're callin' me Stupid One That Doesn't Know.

And those were probably Italian dudes

playin' Tonto and Kemosabe on that show.

You know that, and I know this is all racist.

I know it's true, 'cause I read it in a article

written by a white woman, and they never lie, so.

You know what?

I'm gonna cut you a deal; you knock out those dishes,

I'ma grill us up some of those delicious bacon cheeseburgers

with the grilled jalapenos like you like; you know why?

'Cause you're my racist best friend.

You're my only friend; you're my racist only friend.

So you know what you should do?

You should write a song about best friends.

You can call it "Best Bro Burgers."

Bro, well, I don't know, you're the songwriter here.

Burger, Burger Bros, Best...

How 'bout "Burgers and Bros, Song for Dante"?

You know how to spell Kemosabe?

'Cause (SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE).

I don't know, man, I'm stupid.

That's why I work here.

(SOFT MUSIC)

WES: Burgers and bros.

♪ Bros and burgers and racism ♪

♪ Casually said at the cafe ♪

(DANTE SPEAKING FAINTLY)

(SOFT MUSIC)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(DOOR LATCH CLICKS)

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

WOMAN: This is awkward, but

we've got to nip this thing in the bud!

I got the package you sent with the tape

that had the song on it.

"In Bloom" is what it looks like you wrote on it.

I don't know why you sent it to me!

This is what you do, you start to write things

and have the illusion that you're gonna be committed

and actually follow through with this music career.

And soon as anybody buys into it, you fall apart.

You become paralyzed and depressed,

and I can't be a part of this, I can't listen to this.

Just stop. (ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

♪ Way they treat me I'm so grateful ♪

♪ I'll try and (SINGING FAINTLY) ♪

Aint got shit, man.

I got nothin'.

40 years old and damn near homeless.

Wait, I guess I am homeless.

I don't have a house, I don't own a home.

I got a piece of shit car, pack of cigarettes.

And I don't even really know where those are at.

♪ I know it may sound absurd ♪

♪ This thing is (SINGS FAINTLY) ♪

I don't have a home, man.

Yeah you do, I mean, you got that boat.

I mean, technically, it's not a home,

but you own it, so I guess it is your home.

Not really.

What do you mean, not really?

Not really, by not really I mean not at all. (EXHALES)

Hey, Rick, set me up with a

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE), please?

It's Charlene's boat.

- Charlene Charlene? - Yeah, Charlene Charlene.

Her dad's boat.

What, he don't need it?

I don't know, man.

Why do you think I can't sleep?

There's not a night that goes by

that I don't wake up thinkin'

someone's came for the boat and they're tuggin' me away.

I don't have a home.

How's that milk.

It a little gray.

Yeah.

Hey Rick.

Can I get another one of these, a little less gray?

(SINGING COUNTRY MUSIC FAINTLY)

You know his name is Rex, right?

Huh? You've been coming here

a long time.

Hmm, sorry.

(CLEARS THROAT) Thanks, Rick.

♪ I'll try and never stray ♪

♪ Oh I never met a group ♪

♪ That could be so nice ♪

(GUITAR CASE LOCKS CLATTERING)

Can I get a beer and a whiskey neat, please?

(BOTTLE CAP RATTLING)

I guess you can just put that on the band tab.

Whichever way. (WAITRESS CHUCKLING)

Well, I hate to say it but you are over the limit

on your tab that the house comps.

Would you like for me to start you one up, Wes?

Yeah, let's go ahead and do that.

Actually, no, never mind.

I got these drink tickets, will that work?

Oh.

You called me Wes, I almost feel like I'm famous.

Of course I would know who....

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

♪ What to call myself ♪

WOMEN: Hi, Wes!

Hey, sweet peas.

Don't stop.

Come on, keep playin'.

Bye, Wes.

Bye, sweet peas.

Miss Jessie.

Jessie, you gotta tell me your secret.

'Cause if it weren't for you here tonight,

there'd been nobody here to see me earlier,

except for Catfish.

I don't even know where he's at, you seen him?

You do me a favor?

Can you play that song about the birds?

(STATELY MUSIC)

♪ The birds have gone south ♪

♪ The birds have gone south ♪

♪ The birds have gone ♪ south and so have I ♪

♪ My heart is in the fall ♪

♪ My heart is in the fall ♪

♪ My is heart is in the fall ♪

♪ How does this end ♪

♪ You said we'd had a ♪

♪ Good time ♪

♪ And I ♪

♪ And I, yeah ♪

♪ La la la ♪

♪ You said we had a good time ♪

♪ Oh maybe more ♪

♪ I see you now and then ♪

♪ A ghost closed that door ♪

♪ Was a moment in time ♪

♪ I hoped we'd be friends ♪

♪ The birds have gone south ♪

♪ And that's where this ends ♪

♪ Ends ♪

♪ And that's where this ends ♪

♪ Ends ♪

♪ And that's where this ends ♪

♪ And that's where this ends ♪

♪ Ends ♪

(TRAIN HORN HOOTING FAINTLY)

(JESSIE SIGHS)

I figured it out, I think I know your secret.

Ah, I think it's time for me to go home, before

the whiskey starts talkin'.

I got a big day tomorrow.

Yours truly, openin' up Mesquite Rodeo.

Good night, Wes.

(FOOTSTEPS ECHOING)

(PIANO NOTES CLINK)

(SOFT MUSIC)

(NOTES RESOUNDING)

(BUZZER BUZZING) (CROWD CHATTERING)

MAN: Get in there!

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING FAINTLY)

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING FAINTLY)

ANNOUNCER: How 'bout a round of applause

(SPEAKING FAINTLY) Moss Brown Murray,

Moss in the lead, and Rick Collins.

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING FAINTLY)

ANNOUNCER: Oh, folks, does he feel good tonight.

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING FAINTLY) (AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Shucks, folks, it's all in a day's ride.

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING FAINTLY)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

Moss in the lead, and Rick Collins!

You look great, man.

No, man, you look great.

They say I get to hop out of a barrel

after you sing the anthem.

(CHUCKLING) It's packed out there, man, woo, packed!

(CLOWN NOSE HONKS)

All right, man, we go on after the greased pig races.

Packed out there!

(GENTLE MUSIC)

ANNOUNCER: Fourth round, and Moss in the lead

and Rick Collins!

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING FAINTLY) (AUDIENCE CHEERING)

ANNOUNCER: He's comin'.

Oh, yes, folks, does he feel good tonight.

ANNOUNCER: These things we ask in your name,

and he who taught us to pray, amen.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, we proudly welcome

to the arena a very simple banner,

a banner of the red, white, and blue.

It has stood the test of time.

Many of your have fought for that very flag.

Tonight, we honor,

we honor and remind and that God willing,

we will always be the one,

the only, the United States of America.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, will you open your hearts

and voices, tonight and become our choir?

Bring us our vocal accompaniment tonight,

and anthem, right here, from Dallas, Texas,

a songwriter, a singer,

he has been playing around here for many years.

So why don't we give him our ears one more time

and welcome to the arena

Mr. Wes Milligan? (AUDIENCE CHEERING)

♪ Oh, say can you see ♪

♪ By the dawn's early light ♪

♪ What so proudly we hailed ♪

(SOMBER, EERIE MUSIC)

♪ O'er the ramparts we ♪

(SOMBER, EERIE MUSIC)

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING FAINTLY)

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING FAINTLY)

(AUDIENCE CHEERING) (GATE CLANGS)

Hey, man, that was great.

Hey, can I keep this red nose?

Hot dog!

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING FAINTLY)

(MACHINES RUMBLING)

(COINS JINGLING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(SOFT MUSIC)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(SOFT HARMONICA MUSIC)

You all right, son?

Yeah, just...

I thought I heard a ghost.

Well, son, you're in Oak Cliff.

I reckon there's a ghost on every front porch.

You play guitar?

Yeah, how'd you know that?

That's your car right there, ain't it?

Yeah.

Play around here?

How long you been playin'?

Yeah.

I play around here.

Damn near been playin' just about as long as I can remember.

(CHUCKLING) 20, 20-something years.

Huh, 20 years.

Well, I guess it's time for you to leave.

What's that?

It's time for you to move on.

You see?

Everybody around here done heard your sermon.

Now you playin', and you fallin' on deaf ears.

You done lost your congregation, son.

Time for you to move on, you gots to go.

You got a wife and kids?

No, sir, (CHUCKLING) no.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

No wife and kids. (CHUCKLING)

So you ain't got no excuse.

See, what people don't realize, is they play around here,

and people talk.

Tell you how good you are.

And you like that.

Makes you feel good, makes you feel like you somebody.

What you don't understand is, one of these days,

out in that audience, one of them pretty little old

young things is gonna come up under you

and gonna snuggle right up under that there arm,

tell you how good you sound, how good you look,

how good you smell,

how good you play, and before you know it,

she's gonna say, "I don't want you to leave."

And you don't.

You don't want to.

But what they don't tell you, is one day,

here come them chill'un.

Now you can't leave.

Don't want to, and that's understandable.

But one day,

them kids gonna grow up.

They grow up.

Before you know it, she's not around here anymore.

Then you find yourself all by yourself.

(CHUCKLING) All by yourself now.

(SOMBER MUSIC)

you don't get up outta here,

I reckon you gonna be a ghost too.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

LONNIE: Ah, (CHUCKLING), the dinner guest has arrived!

How's that Silver Streak 8 comin'?

Oh,

it's just like me.

Sometimes it just needs a little attention. (CHUCKLING)

(BEER CAN TOP POPS)

WES: Hey, did the Gaspards move?

LONNIE: No no, no, they're still there.

Well I saw a kid runnin' round there today,

and I thought they might have sold that place

to somebody else.

Oh, no, no no.

No, hell no, uh uh.

That's their grandson, Sonny.

He's stayin' there for the summertime.

Yeah, he, you know, he's a sweet boy.

You know, "Yes sir," "No sir."

You know, plays all the hits.

Yes, sir. (LONNIE CHUCKLING)

Well,

dinner is served.

WES: Well, Pop, you've outdone yourself.

Oh, well, (CHUCKLING).

I can't really take credit.

No, I got all that stuff

from Country Mart.

You know, they put all the fixin's out there

in that, you know, in the deli window.

You know, I mean, they'll make you anything,

I mean, sides and all.

It's like home cooked

with no pots or pans to worry about. (LAUGHING)

Yeah, I mean to tell you, they got everything.

They got potato salad

and they got meatloaf

and fried okra.

You know, yeah,

they'll even,

they'll even make you a dinner for one.

If you need it, if that's what you need.

I mean, it's really good stuff.

You know, it doesn't even worry about it one bit.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah, you know.

Sure does beat frozen chicken pot pie.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Yeah.

Hmm, tell you what.

Now...

I'll tell you,

nothin' beats Mom's cookin'.

No.

You can't beat her meatloaf.

Mom always knew how to do it right.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah, that's right, that's right.

You know,

she always had a special touch in the kitchen.

Course she'd never admit it. (CHUCKLING)

Compliments embarrassed her.

Course she was easily embarrassed. (CHUCKLING)

But compliments was the biggest.

You know how when sometimes people say

how time flies by?

I don't believe it.

Not when you lose somebody.

It's like every day feels like a year. (SOBBING)

(FORK CLATTERING)

(LONNIE SNIFFING)

Well, you know what else they have

at the Country Mart?

Hot apple pie, that's what.

I have some in the oven.

I better check on it, so it doesn't get burned.

You just go ahead there and eat the meal.

I'll be right back.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(PARKING BRAKE RASPS)

(CAR DOOR BANGS) (GENTLE MUSIC)

ROXANNA: What are you doing up here lookin' all lonely?

Not lonely, just alone.

I come up here to get a little peace of mind.

Allows my head to go places I normally can't.

Plus I think that the songs

fall from the sky like stardust

and land in places like this.

Do they now?

Let's hear one of these shooting stars.

Really?

All right, so I played this one for Catfish,

and he said, "Man, that's just weird."

And I said, "I know, I'm just ahead of the curve."

Let's see here.

(LIVELY MUSIC)

♪ Well pockets full of flints ♪

♪ And a fist full of lint ♪

♪ Well the money's all gone ♪

♪ It was money well spent ♪

♪ On bourbon, booze, and cigarettes ♪

♪ And waltzing shoes, ♪ that's where it went ♪

♪ All because of you ♪

♪ You told me that you loved me ♪

♪ I believed you, yes I did ♪

♪ Then you left me all alone ♪

♪ You left me on the skids ♪

♪ You were saying somethin' ♪ 'bout that I could be the one ♪

♪ You just picked up your ♪ purse and you moved on ♪

♪ Now you're gonna miss me ♪

♪ Gonna miss me when I'm gone ♪

♪ Now you're gonna miss me ♪

♪ Gonna miss me when I'm gone ♪

♪ That matchbook sleeve ♪

♪ Still holds your name ♪

♪ Your number 13 on Cherry Lane ♪

♪ Well I'm gonna take the ♪ clue that I'll be seein' you ♪

♪ If you still want me to ♪

♪ I'm gonna take bet that ♪ you're not so hard to get ♪

♪ You just enjoy the chase, ♪ don't you, honey now, well ♪

♪ Now you're gonna miss me ♪

♪ Gonna miss me when I'm gone ♪

♪ Now you're gonna miss me ♪

♪ Gonna miss me when I'm gone ♪

♪ That last letter you sent ♪ must have been an accident ♪

♪ They're haulin' me away ♪

♪ With my hands behind my back ♪

♪ Girl, won't you cut me a little slack ♪

♪ It didn't have to end this way ♪

♪ Now when you're standin' there ♪

♪ In your wedding gown I ♪ hope you're not smilin' ♪

♪ I hope you're wearin' a frown ♪

♪ Just think about the boy ♪

♪ That you left all alone ♪

♪ Got a call on the old, ♪ old, old telephone ♪

♪ Now you're gonna miss me ♪

♪ Gonna miss me when I'm gone ♪

♪ Now you're gonna miss me ♪

♪ Gonna miss me when I'm gone ♪

♪ Ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ♪

♪ Ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ♪ ba ba, ba ba ba dah ♪

(SCAT SINGING)

♪ Ba ♪

(HULA HOOP CLATTERS)

(GUITAR STRINGS SQUEAK)

(FOOTSTEPS ECHOING)

(SIGHS) That's gotta be

the happiest sad song I've ever heard.

I don't think I've had anybody hula-hoop to it before.

Who's that song about?

Ah, nobody.

Okay, somebody.

But she's gone.

She left town?

Nope, she just left.

I guess I miss her about bad enough to write a song.

You know those songs I was tellin' you about,

that float around in here?

I think you have to have some heartache

to kind of knock you down a notch to be able to catch 'em.

I guess, I mean, that's how it works for me.

And that's probably why

I keep screwin' up.

(FLASK LID RATTLES)

Do you always carry that thing with you?

I kind of drift.

So that kind of lends to drinkin' alone.

Can I ask you a question?

Well, of course.

Do you have the time?

20 past three.

Ah, I better get goin'.

(GUITAR CASE SNAPS CLICKING)

Miss Roxanna Redfoot,

thank you for keeping me from my loneliness.

(DOOR CREAKING)

(HULA HOOP CLATTERING)

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(DOOR BANGS) (CAN CLATTERING)

(SOMBER MUSIC)

(WES MUTTERING)

(INSECTS CHIRRING) (BIRDS TWITTERING)

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

Can't pour nothin' from an empty cup.

Isn't that what you used to say?

Kind of feel like I let you down.

Just thought I'd be a lot farther along than I am right now.

Feel like I'm on a train headin' in the wrong direction.

I did meet a girl, though.

She's nice to me.

She's pretty, she's kind.

I think you'd probably approve.

And Pop, he's hangin' in.

I guess as best he can.

Well, thanks for the talk.

Gotta get goin'.

(GATE CLANKS)

(TWANGY GUITAR MUSIC)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(BUSY SIGNAL BUZZING)

(PHONE BEEPING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(PHONE CLICKS)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

♪ Well the metal keeps the ♪ dust outside my front door ♪

♪ Heaven sent a rain ♪

♪ Puts my hands to work once more ♪

♪ Got an angel's heart ♪

♪ Beatin' in my chest ♪

♪ Sunburned silhouette ♪

♪ Through a cotton dress ♪

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

♪ All those Christmas lights ♪

♪ She was the Milky Way ♪

♪ I was married to Grace Kelly ♪ but I let her slip away ♪

♪ Now the prince out on the street ♪

♪ Has taken her by the hand ♪

♪ Boys, the knees weak, ♪ I can hardly stand ♪

(GENTLE MUSIC)

♪ Well the metal keeps the ♪ dust outside my front door ♪

♪ Heaven sends a rain ♪

♪ Puts my hands to work once more ♪

♪ Got an angel's heart ♪

♪ Beatin' in my chest ♪

♪ Sunburned silhouette ♪

♪ Through a cotton dress ♪

♪ I can still remember her in that dress ♪

♪ I can still remember her in that dress ♪

(RECEIVER CLICKS)

(WES GROANS)

(DISHWASHER RUMBLING)

Hey, Dante!

Hey, man, I gotta cut out early tonight, I got a show.

Bubba's comin' out.

Wanna get all my ducks in a row.

Seriously, dude, I got a hot date tonight.

You got a hot date?

No, I'm married, dude.

Ain't got no hot date; I got your back, bro.

WES: Thanks, man.

(GROANS) Fuck!

ANNOUNCER: Dr. Husey, 23912, Dr. Husey, 29312.

(PEOPLE SPEAKING FAINTLY)

All right, Wes, the good news is

it didn't cut deep enough to hurt your tendons.

The bad news is, you're gonna have to keep that wrapped

four to six weeks if you want it

to heal properly, all right?

So I wrote you a scrip for some pain meds.

We'll bring you back in a couple weeks

to check out those stitches.

And I'll have my nurse come in and get you discharged, okay?

All right, take care.

(PEOPLE SPEAKING FAINTLY)

(DOOR LATCH CLICKS)

(DOOR RATTLES)

(KEYBOARD CLATTERING)

(WES YELLING)

(SOMBER MUSIC)

(WES YELLING) (BLOWS THUDDING)

(WES GROANING)

(WES PANTING)

(SLOW, SOMBER MUSIC)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(WES SIGHS)

(DOOR BANGS)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

SONNY: He went to the Country Mart.

Said he had a hankering for sardines.

WES: Sardines, huh?

You must be Sonny.

Yes, sir, Sonny Valentine.

Well, Sonny Valentine, is that thing loaded?

Yes, sir, just put in a whole new batch of BBs.

WES: You mind?

I hadn't shot one of those in ages.

No, sir, I don't mind.

But we need to find some cans for targets.

Well, I can fix that real quick.

(BEER CAN TOP POPS)

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

Abracadabra.

You got that in your sights?

SONNY: Yep.

WES: What part are you aimin' for?

SONNY: The middle, or the top to knock it down.

WES: Yeah?

Why don't you try to hit that,

right there in the middle, that red label on there.

SONNY: Middle of the red, yeah.

(BB GUN POPS)

Almost. (GUN CLICKS)

Check it, I'll go for the log.

(BB PELLETS RATTLE)

(BB GUN POPS)

(BB PELLETS RATTLE)

So if you can't play guitar right now,

what are you gonna do?

(BB GUN POPS)

(BB PELLETS RATTLE)

(GUN CLICKS)

Well now, Sonny, that's a good question.

I don't guess I ever really thought about it too much.

Don't guess I... (BB GUN POPS)

really ever had to.

I been playin' since I was about your age.

SONNY: Hmm.

But,

but I drove by the community college today,

thought I'd give that a look-see.

(CAN RATTLES)

All right.

If I can give you one piece of advice,

probably the best advice I can give you,

- finish school. - Gotcha.

You don't wanna end up washin' dishes

(BB GUN POPS) to make ends meet.

I can't even do that right now.

(BB GUN POPS)

Well, Sonny, tell Lonnie I stopped by.

- All right. - You be good.

You don't take any wooden nickels.

Remember, you shoot it and kill it, you gotta eat it.

Gotcha.

(BB GUN POPS)

- (TELEPHONE RINGING) - Oh, dear Lord,

heavenly gracious father.

I come to you today as your vessel.

Please, dear Lord, heavenly father,

we really need some more students at this school.

If you could find it in your heart, dear Lord,

to bless us with a higher enrollment this semester.

Our endowments have been low.

Funding from the state has been despicable,

and don't even mention the district.

(SIGHS) Lord, heavenly father, please also look after Cindy.

She is our new financial aid officer, and it does appear

that she does get extremely confused a lot,

and she does have an obesity problem, dear Lord.

Please look after Susan, our administrative assistant.

She has not been here in two weeks.

They found a lump on her ankle.

And she's been goin' through tests, dear Lord.

Let's pray, I pray to you, heavenly divine father,

that it is benign.

We have a lot of copies that need to be made.

Dear Lord, heavenly father, I ask this

in your name, amen.

Okay. (SIGHS)

Wes Milligan?

- Yes, sir. - Oh hey, Julian.

Come on.

Here we go, heh.

(SIGHS) Okay.

(SLURPING) Okay.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(MOUSE CLICKS)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

And, okay, what can we do for you here now, Mr. Milligan?

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Well, to be totally honest, I'm not quite sure.

I'm kind of out of the loop from all of this.

It's been quite a while since I've had to do this.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

But I figured

it's about time to buckle down

and do somethin' good with my life.

Well, you don't get good by having good in your mind.

My papa always used to say that, and it's true.

Now Wes, you have already done the most important step.

You showed up!

(COUNSELOR CHORTLING)

All right. (KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(BELL DINGS) Oh!

Hey, that is me, that is me, will you look at that?

Is it that time already?

Hey, you don't mind if I warm up my lunch here, do ya?

I mean, it will really only take a minute, okay?

Doctor's orders, they say I have to eat every few hours

due to my hypoglycemia.

They really do not want my blood sugar to crash.

I get really zoned out.

Okie dokie, I'll be right back.

Lou Ann, get those headphones off.

Okay now,

where were we?

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Oh my God, look at this.

You are still in our system.

Have you attended anywhere else in the last 20 years or so?

WES: Uh, no sir.

Straight into the work force, huh?

No, no, sir, I've been writin' and playin' music.

But you know, really hasn't take me too far.

Well, I tell you what, let's get you all set up

for the fall semester.

Only got about four weeks till the first day of school,

Mr. Milligan, now, lookin' at your transcripts,

looks like you

spent two semesters here.

And you've got a two-hour credit

in Fundamentals of Basketball.

Yet everything else you did not manage to pass.

But that's okay.

We're gonna turn over a new leaf.

Now, do you know what you might wanna major in?

WES: Uh, I really don't have any ideas.

I just wanted to...

General studies it is, sir.

All right, now, basically, all that is is your basics.

Okay, so, you're gonna need

history, you're gonna need Composition 1,

Composition 2, British Lit, American Lit.

You're gonna need, let's make it,

let's just do the science first, okay?

So this fall we are offering

biology, microbiology, physics,

chemistry, and quantum mechanics.

WES: How 'bout the mechanics?

How 'bout life science, okay?

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

All right, well, let me go grab that printout for you.

(SOMBER MUSIC)

All right, Julian.

Okay, so, here we go.

Oh, so, uh...

(SOMBER MUSIC)

Mr. Milligan?

Huh.

Well, Julian, I guess he left; we lost another one.

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(WES SIGHS)

(CAR DOOR BANGS)

- Hi. - Hey, you got any vodka

back there for two bucks?

CLERK: Yeah.

Here you go, two dollars.

Thank you.

You know what, you can just keep the bag.

Thanks, sir.

(TRAFFIC RUMBLING)

(WES GRUNTS)

(DOOR BANGS)

(WES GASPS)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(HORN HONKING)

(IRON CLANGING)

Three.

(FOOTSTEPS ECHOING)

67.

68.

69.

70. (IRON CLANKING)

well, well.

I didn't expect to see you here.

You just missed a killer set.

Maybe my all-time best.

My big worry is

I don't wanna get too muscled up, you know what I mean?

WES: Yeah, I don't think you should worry.

CATFISH: Yeah.

(PEOPLE SPEAKING FAINTLY)

Catfish, you've gotta use those hips more.

You're not doin' enough on the hips.

All right!

Whoa, whoa!

Is that a good idea, Sneaky Pete?

You're gonna get us in trouble.

COACH: Wes, is that you?

See, I told you.

It was.

COACH: Wes, you're always welcome back.

(FOOTSTEPS ECHOING)

That's what everybody keeps tellin' me.

Buckshot, hey, where's that hot sauce?

Buckshot, where's that hot sauce you owe me, man?

BUCKSHOT: It's barbecue sauce.

What?

It's not hot sauce; it's Buckshot's barbecue sauce.

Barbecue sauce.

Rex, hey, can you get Buckshot here another zinfandel?

Buckshot, you want a rose, you want another rose?

I didn't come here for a haircut.

Yeah.

Hey, man.

Ah, here he is, Rocky Balboa.

Rocky, do you know my friend Buckshot here?

Buckshot makes hot sauce.

BUCKSHOT: Barbecue sauce.

WES: Watch my, watch my beer.

(SINGING FAINTLY)

(WATER SPLASHING)

(WATER GURGLING)

BUCKSHOT: (SPEAKS FAINTLY) You have a hot sauce,

and you have a...

MAN: Barbecue sauce?

Barbecue sauce, like I said.

Hey man, you're in my chair.

I don't see your name on it, cowboy.

WES: What'd you say?

I said I didn't see your name on it, cowboy.

Hey Rex, let's get this guy a beer.

(GLASS SHARDS CLATTERING) (MID-TEMPO COUNTRY MUSIC)

CATFISH: Oh, shit, shit, Wes, Wes!

Wes, goddammit, Wes, no, man, no, no!

What are you doin'?

Shit.

♪ I was born to wander ♪

♪ But my feet can't take me far ♪

♪ This is by my own doing so ♪ I tell stories at the bar ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm afraid of flyin' ♪

♪ Afraid of fallin', truth be told ♪

♪ I don't get close to edges, ♪ I'm afraid that I'll act up ♪

♪ I'm a big, big man ♪

♪ Not just in size or in stature ♪

♪ In terms of space that can't be filled ♪

♪ I'm a bottomless canyon ♪

♪ Without a drop to spill ♪

♪ Are you proud of me ♪

♪ Are you proud of what I do ♪

♪ I'm tryin' to be a better man ♪ than the one that you knew ♪

♪ I'm gonna miss when you're not around ♪

♪ Though I wasn't around for you ♪

♪ When your broken body's in the ground ♪

♪ All hope's run too ♪

♪ I'm a big, big man ♪

♪ Not just in size or in stature ♪

♪ In terms of space that can't be filled ♪

♪ I'm a bottomless canyon ♪

♪ Without a drop to spill ♪

(SLAP RESOUNDING) (FURNITURE CLATTERING)

(WOMAN LAUGHING) (PEOPLE SPEAKING FAINTLY)

♪ I'm a big, big man ♪

♪ Not just in size or in stature ♪

♪ In terms of space that can be filled ♪

♪ I'm a bottomless canyon ♪

♪ Without a drop to spill ♪

♪ I'm a bottomless canyon ♪

♪ Without a drop to spill ♪

I'm sorry.

I don't know what's come over me lately.

(SCOFFS) I don't wanna talk to you right now, okay, just,

just like get out of here, okay?

After all these years I thought I would be

playin' different cities, to new fans.

And it wouldn't be this.

I know you're not happy with me.

And I'm not really happy with myself.

Good night, Miss Redfoot.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(TRAFFIC RUMBLING)

(SLOW, MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

Most of my world is rubbish.

Wipe away all the glitz and the glamor,

first thing you know you're in the dirt.

You can't always be ignoring what's coming at you.

It's as if you're going through life playing to the crowd

but with your back to them.

Listen, son.

Pain is not abandonment.

Trials do not mean judgment.

It's love, it's love that hurts the most.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

You see, the most beautiful things in the world

are those that are shattered, molded,

and put back together again.

People try to defy it, but this world won't break.

I'll be prayin' for you, son.

I don't need your prayers, old man.

Oh yes you do.

Who do you think you are, God or somethin'?

Nah, son, I just look like him.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(TRAFFIC RUMBLING)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(TRAFFIC RUMBLING)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(CANS RATTLING)

(CAR DOOR BANGS)

(HATCH BANGS)

(SOFT MUSIC)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(STATELY MUSIC)

(MID-TEMPO GUITAR MUSIC)

(LIQUID SLOSHING)

What'd you do that for?

WES: Gotta get it all out.

How come?

'Cause if it's around, I'd probably drink it all.

If you had a bunch of soda layin' around and you could,

would you drink it all?

Yeah.

(NOTES RESOUND)

Hey, um, why is it that every time you leave, you tell me,

"Don't take any wooden nickels"?

That's just something my granddaddy used to tell me

every time I would leave his place.

For the longest time, I never knew what it meant.

Then one time I had this encyclopedia salesman come

to my house.

And he wanted to sell me a whole bunch of encyclopedias,

and I said, and I thought about it just for a second,

and I go, "Hey, let me see that W."

It still didn't give me any answers.

But it just turns out, it's an old people saying.

So, back in the day, carnivals would come town.

And they'd go to the general store.

When they got to the general store,

they would give 'em these wooden nickels.

And when you bought somethin', you'd get your change

with these wooden nickels, so you'd go to the carnival.

You could buy your popcorn, cotton candy,

ride your rides, play your games.

So when they were about ready to leave,

if you went to the store, somebody'd say,

"Don't take any wooden nickels."

'Cause you'd be left with somethin' that was worthless.

Did I ever play you that song?

SONNY: No.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(RAPID, COMPLEX COUNTRY MUSIC)

♪ Oh keep on the sunny side they say ♪

♪ Said the sun is better than the rain ♪

♪ The blue sky's no more than a canvas ♪

♪ The clouds and the pictures they paint ♪

♪ They say throw your eyes to heaven ♪

♪ 'Cause the fire beneath your ♪ feet will never grow cold ♪

♪ Well my soul is in the rock ♪

♪ My heart, it got rolled ♪

♪ I'll take no more wooden nickels ♪

♪ Carnival is leaving town ♪

♪ Well put my trust in nobody ♪

♪ So nobody will let me down ♪

♪ So nobody'll let me down ♪

♪ They say it's easier ♪ to forgive than forget ♪

♪ Well I say that's candy cigarettes ♪

♪ I guess it's easier to pretend ♪

♪ Just to say it never ♪ happened, but it did ♪

♪ Well take no more wooden nickels ♪

♪ Carnival is leaving town ♪

♪ Well put my trust in nobody ♪

♪ So nobody will let me down ♪

♪ So nobody'll let me down ♪

♪ Oh keep on the sunny side they say ♪

♪ Said the sun is better than the rain ♪

♪ The blue sky's no more than a canvas ♪

♪ The clouds and the pictures they paint ♪

♪ The clouds and the pictures they paint ♪

Happy birthday!

Oh, man, look at you. (LONNIE CHUCKLING)

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

(TELEPHONE RINGING) Oh, hold on.

I'll be right back.

Hello?

Yeah?

I think I've kept you long enough.

You got a big night ahead of you.

well not really.

I thought this would be it, I thought we might,

might just stick around here and have a few beers

and watch westerns on television till we fell asleep.

(CHUCKLING) Well, not tonight.

No, no, it seems that

seems that Miss Redfoot,

she's requesting your presence at the skatin' rink.

What?

Was that her on the telephone?

Yeah, she sounded lovely.

Oh.

You stay right there, hold on.

(LONNIE CHUCKLING)

(SIGHS) Happy birthday, son.

(PAPER RUSTLING)

Go on, read it.

To a great guy on his birthday.

You know what today is really about?

It's not about cake, it's not about candles or presents.

It's really about how much you're loved.

Say it every day, love, Pops.

(LONNIE CHUCKLING)

What's this?

Well that's to make your new record.

I'll be right back, hold on, I got one more.

You're gonna have to close your eyes on this one.

Got 'em closed?

WES: Yeah, I got 'em closed.

Okay, open 'em.

You gotta be kiddin' me.

(LONNIE CHUCKLING)

How did you even know about this?

LONNIE: Ah.

I don't get it, Pop, why all this?

I mean, how did you even...

You didn't sell the Silver Streak, did you?

'Cause that, you know that car is...

Well, it's a pain in the ass.

All it did was leak oil in the driveway.

Look, son.

Things come and go.

But talent,

talent like you've got,

it's once in a blue moon.

WES: Thanks, Pop.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

Go on, get outta here.

You gotta go on and see a girl.

The one with that lovely voice on the phone.

I'll get outta here, she can wait for a little bit.

LONNIE: Now now, go on.

WES: Will I see you tomorrow then?

LONNIE: Oh yeah.

All right.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

Happy birthday, son.

(DOOR CREAKING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

♪ Way to go, birthday, ♪ hope it's a good one ♪

♪ Hope there's cake and ♪ not tapioca puddin' ♪

♪ Way to go, birthday, hope you have fun ♪

♪ Today is the day you're number one ♪

♪ Today is the day you're number one ♪

♪ Way to go, birthday, ♪ may you never get old ♪

♪ May your age never be told ♪

♪ Way to go, birthday, ♪ may your wish come true ♪

♪ May all good things happen for you ♪

♪ May all good things happen for you ♪

♪ Pin the tail on the donkey, ♪ take a ride on a lama ♪

♪ You'll always be a baby to ♪ your daddy and your mama ♪

♪ Take a deep breath, ♪ blow out the candle ♪

♪ May nothin' come along ♪ that you can't handle ♪

♪ Oh, way to go, birthday, ♪ we're all happy for you ♪

♪ Oh, way to go, birthday, ♪ we're all happy for you ♪

(ROLLER SKATES WHIRRING)

- Hey. - Hey.

WES: Wow, this looks like a meal fit for a king.

- And root beer. - Hey!

Slow down, young man!

And root beer.

(ROLLER SKATES WHIRRING)

what did I do to deserve all this?

I mean, I can think of a few things I did

that I shouldn't have.

Well, it is your birthday.

And I did need to give you this back.

And I was thinking about what you said the other night.

It made me real sad.

And the only thing that cheers me up

is root beer and roller skatin', so here we are.

Oh, and um,

I know you've been on a bit of a bad luck streak.

It's a redfoot.

WES: Thanks.

But wait, there's more!

Drum roll, please. (DRUMMING)

(ROXANNA IMITATES TRUMPETS BLOWING)

Ta-da!

And it's even got your name on it; try it on.

(ROXANNA CHUCKLING)

You look a little new country in that.

I think you might have to break it in.

(LAUGHING) In the mean time, maybe stick to that one.

New things kind of make me nervous.

You know its okay, right?

You don't always have to have everything figured out.

And you don't always have to carry that around, the past.

It is what it is.

Sometimes people make their own choices,

and we just gotta move on.

You know, maybe she wasn't the one.

And maybe that's okay.

Maybe she was just the one you were supposed to write

those songs about.

And who cares if no one knows who you are right now?

'Cause in 50 years, when we're all long gone,

people are gonna be tellin' their grandkids

about Wes Milligan.

Now let's skate!

I'm not much of a skater.

How 'bout a dance?

All right, we can do that, I can do that.

(ROXANNA CHUCKLING)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

Must have been eighth grade

since the last time I've done this.

Are we still even dancing to the same song?

We gotta get you some skates next time, but...

WES: I can hardly walk, much less skate.

(DREAMY POP MUSIC)

ROXANNA: I'm not keepin' you from makin'

that record, am I?

WES: Well, I waited this long.

(ROLLER SKATES WHIRRING)

(DOWNBEAT GUITAR MUSIC)

All right, Wes, you been waitin' a long time for this.

You ready?

(DOWNBEAT GUITAR MUSIC)

You bet, let's do it.

All right, rollin'.

(DOWNBEAT GUITAR MUSIC)

(FULL-ON, RICHLY PRODUCED COUNTRY MUSIC)

(DISCORDANTLY SLOW COUNTRY MUSIC)

♪ Hillbilly stuck out in Arizone ♪

♪ Waitin' to leave while ♪ mariachis play his favorite song ♪

(SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

♪ Mexicali tune on the stereo ♪

♪ Sir Douglas, where you been, ♪ you've been gone too long ♪

♪ I declare there's Houston ♪ girls live in San Antone ♪

♪ Ah, movin' and groovin' ♪ and a-carryin' on ♪

♪ This world won't break ♪

♪ This world won't break ♪ your heart no more ♪

♪ Spent the night in the ♪ deserts of Californ' ♪

♪ Well Joshua he stretched ♪ out his lovin' arms ♪

♪ And rocked your gentle ♪ soul as he carried you home ♪

♪ Further along in the world, dear Lord ♪

♪ Further along in the world, dear Lord ♪

♪ And this world won't break ♪

♪ This world won't break ♪ your heart no more ♪

♪ Took a walk down your hometown streets ♪

♪ Lost my wallet in the ♪ jail after I fell asleep ♪

♪ But I got the time and ♪ a pocket full of keys ♪

♪ And a melody in my head ♪ that will never leave ♪

♪ So close up the bars ♪ and the honky tonks ♪

♪ Yes, close up the bars ♪ and the honky tonks ♪

♪ 'Cause this world won't break ♪

♪ This world won't break ♪ your heart no more ♪

Hmm, hmm.

Wes,

Catfish,

I think we got a problem.

- Problem? - Mm-hmm.

A real problem.

And the problem is,

which one of these songs we gon' play first?

'Cause they's all good!

- I mean, real good! - I told you!

(LAUGHING) Well!

(CATFISH LAUGHING)

CATFISH: Bubba's gonna put you on the radio. (LAUGHING)

- Yes. - Yes!

Yes, yes.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(IGNITION GRINDING)

(KEYS JINGLING)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(DOOR BANGS)

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

(BIKE RATTLING)

You broke down?

Nah, my gas gauge is busted.

- I'm outta gas. - Outta gas.

I told you the (STUTTERING)

the sheriff's always watchin'.

(ZIPPER RASPING)

(OBJECT CLATTERING)

So you leavin' huh?

Gotta go out and spread the good word.

You know how that is.

That's just right.

A prophet ain't never heard in his home town anyway.

It's good to get away.

(GAS CAP RATTLES)

Things get to permanent, it could be a

scary place.

You begin to

assume too much.

Oh, you take this.

You gonna need it.

- (SONNY SIGHS) - Hey.

You take this.

All right.

What is it?

"This World Won't Break."

All right.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(GENTLY SWELLING MUSIC)

I'll be here when you get back.

(TWANGY COUNTRY MUSIC)

(BICYCLE SQUEAKING)

Adios!

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

WOMAN: Hey, Wes, it's me.

Haven't heard from you in a little while.

Julie said she heard your song on the radio.

That's just great.

I mean, I always knew you would do it.

Just give me a call when you get this; bye.

SONNY: So, um, do you need to uh, go with you?

You know, like a roadie or a merch guy.

WES: No, not this time, Sonny.

(DOOR BANGS)

I'm only gonna be gone for a couple days.

And besides, there's no budget in this one.

I gotta sell these records first.

But who's gonna take care of my crabs?

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(CAR THUDDING)

SONNY: Remember, don't take any wooden nickels!

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(FAINT COUNTRY MUSIC) (SINGING FAINTLY)

(STATIC BUZZING)

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(OVERLAPPING VOICES)

(FAINT UPBEAT MUSIC)

(FAINT, LIVELY MUSIC)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(HORN HONKING) (TIRES SQUEALING)

(CARS THUDDING)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

♪ That letter that you sent ♪

♪ Must have been an accident ♪

♪ Now they're hauling you away ♪

♪ With your hands behind your back, boy ♪

♪ Why don't you cut me a little slack ♪

♪ It didn't have to end this way ♪

♪ When you're standing ♪ there in your wedding gown ♪

♪ I hope you're not smilin' ♪

♪ I hope you're wearin' a frown ♪

♪ Just thinkin' 'bout the ♪ boy that was left all alone ♪

♪ Over a call over an old, old telephone ♪

♪ 'Cause you're gonna miss me ♪

♪ You're gonna miss me when I'm gone ♪

♪ 'Cause you're gonna miss me ♪

♪ You're gonna miss me when I'm gone ♪

♪ 'Cause you're gonna miss me ♪

♪ You're gonna miss me when I'm gone ♪

♪ 'Cause you're gonna miss me ♪

♪ You're gonna miss me when I'm gone ♪

DJ: Mm-hmm, 95.3, the Range,

and the latest from Wes Milligan, you know I discovered him.

Discovered right here on the Bubba show.

Y'all get out and see him as he's tourin'

around the Lone Star state, tourin' his album,

because it's good, it is really good.

And he's gon' be a legend one day.

MAN: Are we rollin'?

MAN: One, two.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

♪ Well pockets full of fists ♪

♪ And a fist full of lint ♪

♪ Well the money's all gone ♪

♪ It was money well spent ♪

♪ On bourbon, booze, and cigarettes ♪

♪ And waltzing shoes, ♪ that's where it went ♪

♪ All because of you ♪

♪ You told me that you loved me ♪

♪ I believed you, yes I did ♪

♪ Then you left me all alone ♪

♪ You left me on the skids ♪

♪ You were sayin' somethin' ♪ 'bout that I could be the one ♪

♪ You just picked up your ♪ purse and you moved on ♪

♪ Now you're, you're gonna miss me ♪

♪ Gonna miss me when I'm gone ♪

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

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(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)