On The Road

(singing)Well, I left New York 1949.

(To)go across the country (wi)thout a dad-blame dime.

Montana in the cold, cold fall.

Found my father in the gambling hall.

Father, Father where have you been?

Been out here in the world since I was 10.

Dear son, he said don't worry about me.

I'm about to die of pleurisy.

Cross the Mississippi, cross the Tennessee Cross the Niagara, home I'll never be.

Home in Ol'Medora, home in Ol' Truckee Apalachicola, home I'll never be.

For better or worse, through thick and thin.

Like being married to the little woman.

God loved me just like I loved him.

Wants you to do just the same for him.

Well, the worms eat away but don't worry, watch thewind.

The worms eat away but don't worry watch the wind.

So I left Montana in an ol'freight train.

The night my father died in the cold, cold rain.

Rode up to Opelousas, rode to Wounded Knee, Rode to Ogallala, home I'll never be.

Rode to Oklahoma, rode to El Cajon Rode to Tehachapi, rode to San Antone.

Home I'll never be Home I'll never be Home I'll never be.

ON THE ROAD:

Got room for one more?

Yeah, sure, hop in.

There's room for everybody.

Alright.

Thanks, brother !

Whooooee !

Here we go !

Hang on, brother, hang on.

Where you guys from?

North Dakota.

We're headed for the harvest.

Thanks.

What about you?

Montana.

So, you going someplace, or you just going?

I guess I'm just going.

You got any money?

I got enough for a pint of whiskey till we reach Denver.

You reckon if we put them things in the ground, something will grow up?

(laughs)If I get hungry enough, I plan to eat them raw !

(laughs)I'll share them with you !

Aww.

(singing) Oh I got a pretty little girl.

She's sweet sixteen.

She's the prettiest little thing.

You ever seen.

I got a pretty little girl.

She's sweet sixteen.

She's the prettiest little thing.

You ever seen.

(All join)Oh I got a pretty little girl. She's sweet sixteen. She's the prettiest little thing I ever seen.

Five months earlier.

Leo Paradise loved many things.

Though part of him never left his native Quebec, when.

he moved to this country with his dear wife Gabrielle, heloved it with all his heart.

Now, he joins his departed son Gerard in a better place.

Are you all right?

In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

I'm all right.

I'm good.

I first met Dean not long after my father died.

I'd just gotten over a serious illness that I won't bother to talk about

except that it really had something to do with my father's death,

and my awful feeling that everything was dead.

"Let's go for a drink", says my buddy Sal.

But I show up and guess what no Sal Paradise.

A boring, brooding mute has been inserted in his place.

Oh really, Carlo.

Well, what's there to talk about exactly?

The book I'm not writing?

The inspiration I don't feel?

Even the beer's flat.

I mean, look around, man.

Everything's stultified.

True, but these are temporary worries.

Life is long and wondrous and strange.

Look at me, Sal.

I'm full of inspiration.

My mind is a veritable echo chamber of epiphanies.

Dig it "The air is dark.

The night is sad...

I'll get you another beer !

Bravo, very nice, Carlo !

Chad.

I've been looking all over town for you hoodlums.

How you doing, man?

Listen, remember that thing?

Jailbird friend of mine from Denver?

The one that stole 500 cars?

The one I've been raving about?

He didn't think we really believed that, did he?

First reports of Dean came to me through Chad King,

who'd shown me and Carlo a few letters from him,

writtenfrom a Colorado reform school.

Come on man, let's go !

The great Dean awaits !

Dean had arrived in New York.

He'd just married a 16- year-old chick named Marylou.

New York, 1947.

Come on, gentlemen.

One more.

Well, now, look who's at my doorstep, old Chad King !

How's it going, cowboy?

I'm Sal.

Sal.

Strong grip.

Yes, yes, yes !

Sal and Carlo, the writer pals.

I've heard all about you gone cats.

We're going to orient you into the Nietzschean ways of the big bad city.

And smoke your weed, of course.

Well, yes, we got plenty of that !

Marylou, why don't you get on the ball and make us some coffee?

My writer friends are here Come on in.

Hey hey !

Take your shoes off.

Yeah?

No, I'm just kidding.

(singing) Cry to hear folks chatter

And I know you cheat

Right or wrong don't matter

When you're with me, sweet...

Yes...

You'll never get this one.

(singing)Yipra (and continues)

That's not a song.

Yipra (etc.

Slim Gaillard

Yes, yes, yes !

Slim it is.

Dean.

Some of us need the occasional doughnut to survive

Ah, "the occasional doughnut".

I just love this gal !

Yipra !

And wake up, Chad King.

Thanks.

It's nice to have someone paying attention.

I mean, it's really nice having someone pay attention !

You know, I never met a girl before who could roll tea.

Oh yeah?

Yipra...

My friend !

(Book title) Swann's Way

The day before my father died, he took hold of my hand and he looked at it.

And he said, "You got no calluses, Sal.

That's because you don't do any real f***ing work, boy !

"Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

My old man's still lost.

Just wandering the hobo streets of Denver like...

like sh*t.

To the old men

Yeah.

To the good, old, dead, demented men we love.

And to the West.

There you go

It wasn't only because I was a writer and needed new experiences that I wanted to know Dean more.

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