Paint Your Wagon Page #2

stand good for me,

and if I get melancholy,

which can happen,

I expect you to be

my companion and solace me.

What happens when you get in a fight?

If four of anything come at me

at one time, you might lend a fist.

Up until that,

I can take care of myself.

You see, I don't fight fair.

Well, I don't fight at all

unless I absolutely have to.

I got kind of a temper,

and once I start, I just can't quit.

Well, good. Just remember

that I'm on your side.

Well...

I hear a shopkeeper's pulled into

town with a wagon full of whisky.

What do you say I hoist you

up that mule and we go get boiled?

Oh, I ain't a boozing man

either, Mr Rumson.

Well, I am.

Town meeting tonight! There's

gonna be a town meeting tonight!

Town meeting tonight, Ben.

Blaah!

Ben! Ben Rumson!

Mooney! This is my pardner.

-I thought you went back to Ireland.

-I am. I'm just passing through.

-It's right on the way.

-Mooney.

How's it going, Willie?

I ain't won a hand

in three weeks, Ben.

This is my pardner.

He calls himself Rotten Luck Willie,

but that's just to get the suckers.

You can't beat him with five aces,

so don't play.

-Oh, I don't gamble.

-Neither does he.

My name's Ben Rumson.

This here's my pardner.

And I'm buying whisky

for any man that can stand up.

Aha!

-I was sitting there.

-Now you're standing there. Whisky!

Ben Rumson,

you have an outstanding account

in the amount of $68 from Yuba City,

and which you skipped town on me.

Skipped town on you?

I was run out.

Don't you remember, Gus?

I want to be paid now before

they run you out of this town.

Put that damn gun down

and stand these boys the whisky.

Dry your hands before you weigh it.

We need supplies.

A pound of sugar,

half a case of whisky,

and a case pneumonia

for Schermerhorn there.

A pound of sugar and a two-pound

sack of flour, please.

Evening.

Horace Tabor,

Worcester, Massachusetts.

-When did you get in?

-Arrived this morning.

Hit a vein this afternoon,

and I aim to be back

in Worcester by Christmas.

It says here California's

going to be admitted to the Union.

Just what it needs... law and order.

-That's good news.

-Well, it ain't to me.

It's my policy to bust out of any

territory the day it become a state

-and head for the wilderness.

-I don't agree, sir.

You look around the human race,

you wonder what was God thinking.

Oh, oh, oh!

# God made the mountains

# God made the sky

# God made the people

# God knows why

# He fixed up the planet

# As best as He could

# Then in come the people

# And gum it up good

# The first thing ya know

# They civilise the foothills

# And everywhere He put hills

# The mountains and valleys below

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