The Fighting Kentuckian Page #2

More to go

Only 800 miles more to go

More to go

And if we can just get lucky

We will wind up in Kentucky

Only 800 miles more to go

Kentucky...

Halt!

Breen! We've been looking for you.

- Trouble?

- No, sir.

This lady and these gentlemen

brought me to wait for you.

- May I present Captain Carroll?

- Ma'am.

- Colonel Geraud, Captain Carroll.

- Colonel.

- This is the sheriff of Mobile.

- Sheriff.

And this is Mr., uh... Hayden, isn't it?

And this, sir, is Mr. Randolph.

- Mr. Blake Randolph?

- Yes, sir.

- Who wouldn't let us use the riverboat?

- Yes, sir.

Mm-hm. I see.

Well, fall in when you're finished.

Mademoiselle, forgive me.

Colonel Geraud, my respects, sir.

Sheriff, sorry.

And you, sir, if you ever get up

Kentucky way, drop in and see us.

Forward, hey!

Oh, we thought we were gonna go by boat

And we went to Mobile to have a talk

But the man that owns the water

said he thought we hadn't oughta

So it looks like a long, long walk

Only 800 miles more to go

More to go

Only 800 miles more to go

More to go...

Monsieur Blake,

that Breen business was actually my fault.

- You mean you knew him?

- As one soldier to another.

Colonel Geraud is very gallant

in trying to relieve me of embarrassment.

The truth is I was bored

and acted very foolishly.

- Forgive me.

- Perhaps the fault is mine.

I shouldn't have kept you waiting for so long.

Let's forget that it happened.

Howdy, everybody.

Glad to see you back home, Miss Fleurette.

Folks, General De Marchand has asked me

to take charge of this soire.

That's French.

And it being a special occasion,

announcing the coming wedding

of Miss Fleurette and Mr. Blake Randolph,

ain't nobody barred

from having a good time.

That includes you and the river men,

Carter Ward.

I don't know any better way to get started

than with a little singing.

Oh, this war is mighty hard on feet

And we sure never get enough to eat

And a belly full of colic

doesn't help a man to frolic

When there's 600 miles more to go...

Soldiers coming!

Round up the strays!

Only 600 miles more to go...

Oh, excuse me, Mama.

And if we can just get lucky

We will wind up in Kentucky

Only 600 miles more to go

Only 600 miles more to go

More to go

Only 600 miles more to go

More to go

And if we could just get lucky

We will wind up in Kentucky

Only 600 miles more to go...

Column ranks...

ho!

Kentucky... halt!

Forward right... turn!

Kentucky...

halt!

Shoulder... arms!

At ease!

Phew.

Sorry to interrupt you

this way, gentlemen, but...

Mr. Randolph, isn't it?

John Breen is a friend of yours.

Howdy, Mr. Randolph.

May I present Captain Carroll

and John Breen, sir?

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