Honkytonk Man

Take it on down to the house! Come on!

Hey, somebody's coming.

Company?

At a time like this?

It's Uncle Red!

Bubba!

Is he dead?

- Dead drunk.

- Bubba! What in the world!

Let's get him on up into the house.

Whit, you bring in his grip.

- Where's his grip?

- He don't have one. Just this guitar.

These are all the clothes he's got?

Where's he headed for

without any clothes?

Without even a toothbrush!

Nashville.

A letter fell out of his coat

while I was getting his clothes off.

I couldn't help but read

the first couple of lines.

It was from somebody asking him to come

and try out for the Grand Ole Opry.

The Grand Ole Opry?

But why didn't you say so sooner?

The letter, I really

shouldn't have read it.

You shouldn't have, but as long as you did,

you might have let us read it, too.

My God almighty! The Grand Ole Opry!

If Mama was only alive today to see

what's become of her son now.

On second thought,

maybe it's just as well.

Ruined.

All ruined.

Well, you've been wanting

to go out to California.

But we should have gone before now,

like I wanted to.

Now we don't have anything.

Every penny we had

was tied up in this crop.

Whit!

Howard!

Marjorie, come on!

We got lots of work to do.

Can I clean the car?

All right.

Hey! How the hell are you, Hoss?

Boy, put 'er there.

You're shooting up like a weed!

Thanks a lot for fixing that car.

Any serious damage?

The oil pan's leaking a little.

Is it serious? Can I make it to Nashville?

So long you don't let it run out of oil.

It's true, then?

You're gonna sing at the Grand Ole Opry?

I'm afraid it's just an audition.

If that car gets me there in one piece.

It seems to have a mind of its own

some of the time.

I wish your daddy would buy some

ready-made cigarettes.

Get me my guitar.

Dust-cutter.

Real panther piss.

- Here, you want some?

- No.

- The alcohol will kill the germs.

- It ain't that.

It's Mama. If she knew I took

a drink of whiskey, she'd have a hissy.

Well, what she don't know won't hurt her.

If you feel like getting up,

come have some eggs and biscuits...

and we'll get this bed made up.

You, come on, now. Let him get dressed.

Hoss?

Thanks again and mum's the word on this.

Of course.

Here's to us ducks,

because we don't give a quack.

If it don't rain, we'll walk.

Bubba! Don't drive so blamed fast.

We got plenty of time.

Bubba, be careful!

What're you trying to do, kill us all?

Can't you drive no better than that?

I ain't exactly at my best

when I got a fire under my ass.

You've been drinking, that's what it is.

Why don't you let somebody else drive?

I suppose you could drive better?

I'm sure any of us could.

Even Whit could drive better than that.

- That true, Hoss?

- Probably.

You wanna try?

Sure. Papa sometimes lets me

drive the truck.

All right, slide on over.

Bubba, why don't you let Virgil drive?

Hoss claims he can drive as good as me...

by God, I believe he can.

Come on, just slide on in there.

Now, we just ease right on out.

That's the way. Let the clutch out easy.

- Easy on the clutch.

- I know.

What do you say, folks?

Ain't Hoss doing a hell of a job driving?

I put every penny we had into that crop.

Borrowed all I could.

Can't think of anyplace to steal it...

and I'm not gonna beg. Ain't in me to beg.

There's a fellow over in Meeker...

who says he bought machinery and stock.

He'll give you a few cents on the dollar

for everything you got.

Maybe get $100.

That ain't gonna get

us out to California...

keep us in grub till we find a job.

Well, I could match you for the rest.

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