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[thunder]
- [Operator] You call has been forwarded
to automatic voicemail system.
[reads]
[ΓÖ¬ "Happy Birthday to You"]
Γ ¬ Happy birthday to you Γ ¬ Happy birthday to you ΓΓ¬ Happy birthday, Charlie
- [Man] Darlene, shit, You moved the phone
too far.
He can't even hear me.
ΓΓ¬ Happy birthday
There you go son,
Hope you have a good birthday.
Really regret I can't is there for that, but
I will make the top six.
[soft music]
Crystal and I listened to the song you sent the email to.
Son of luck, it destroys us.
I will relieve it pointed though.
You sound a little too Just like your parents.
And they have some big shoes to fill,
You know what I mean.
Hey kid, I know what you want to go out and visit,
but you can't believe this.
My band's new schedule just came out
and talk about tours.
and the next one I promise will be in vain.
We will do it.
[group chat]
Γ¬¬ Honey tonight
¬ ¬ Are the top wheels, drop the truck tub in your pickup truck ¬¬
¬ ¬ Slide Slide next to me ¬ ¬ I will show you
¬ ¬ Fill them all with jealousy
ΓΓ¬ Kicking to the main road
ΓÖ¬ Destroy
¬ ¬ Rock Limit this small quiet city state ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ Oh I want to stay sailing all night ΓΓ¬
ΓÖ¬ If they are DJ countries plays our song ΓÖ¬
Γ¬¬ Honey tonight
- Excuse me, can I put this on your bulletin board?
This is for displays for Lucky Owens.
Thank you very much.
Oh
- Whoa.
- I'm sorry.
Can I get a towel?
Thank you.
Gosh.
- It's okay, a little beer cologne never hurt anyone.
I'm Charlie Stillman.
- June.
Say Lucky, I'm ready for the show.
I have to get that contract record.
I'm not getting younger.
- And you don't understand calm down too.
Hey.
- Whoa, whoa, hey dude, retreat from humans.
All right, show this woman respect.
- Can you put the beer on my tab?
Thank you.
- Are you a singer?
- God no, I work Lucky Owens.
Where are you from?
- Jersey.
- Numbers.
- What does that mean?
- The song bro country is like that on that stage,
big mistake.
- Hey, are you hungry?
Do you want to get some pie with me?
- I don't think so.
- What?
Are you serious?
Come on, who escaped blueberry cake?
- What if you see me when you find yourself
whatever this causes,
I don't want any part of it.
Γ¬ Missing my license Γ ¬ So I'm not driving
ΓÖ¬ Yes, I was withdrawn more for DUI Γ ¬
ΓÖ¬ My girl finished going
ΓΓ¬ Taking my dog
ΓÖ¬ Have some of that debt I can't pay ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ The only thing I did right
¬ ¬ Did make a mistake
ΓÖ¬ My life is a country song
- You have known this for months.
Why doesn't he want mentioned before?
Now the show is less than a week.
Okay, I'll let Lucky know the Buckshot request.
I told you I'm not interested.
- I'm just here to rap man about the showcase.
- You get bullshit Buckshot successful?
- He won't fly, Lucky.
He wants an RV and a driver to take him
from Seattle here.
- Motherfucker, if he does not appear,
I lost my face.
- Sir, I'm the son of Carl Stillman.
- Damn, just do it, get us driver.
And send the child to my office.
- You are the son of Carl Stillman.
- Yes
I think since you and I appeared fast,
I will stop by and introduce myself.
- Beautiful woman, right?
Spend a day salad together this beautiful creature.
- Since my father shook this place,
I think you might associate it with me with a place on your showcase?
- your old man
only cares about two things.
Drinking and pussy.
None of them made it a good country singer.
And he loves another the wife of a person,
including mine.
Here are some farewell advice,
find yourself a new last name.
[tonk honky music]
- Good luck, you hick hop poser.
- I think you will be halfway back to Jersey now.
- OK.
Let's start again.
I'm Charlie Stillman.
I'm a fan of country music.
- You're part of the problem.
Nashville doesn't need anymore songs about
beer, bud, or girl in short shorts.
It's not a country,
bro,
and not you.
- Your call successfully sounds like this Buckshot man
kind of a jerk.
- Have you ever heard of that song,
"Darling Eyes"?
Γ ¬ I study true love
ΓA¬ Too heavy to bear
¬¬ & apos; Deceived my poor heart into dying ΓÖ¬
Write what song put him on the map,
but he took it for granted.
People stop ordering it because he was too drunk to play,
and that is if he appears.
- Good as new.
- Thank you Charlie.
You look like a nice guy,
and your voice isn't half bad.
- Can you get me the show?
- I can't help you there.
- Can I use the toilet,
like cleaning?
- Lucky is still here.
- Driving a lot,
but easy money.
- Who is the leader?
- Buckshot Thomas.
- No.
- Wait, what did he say? - Shh.
- Come on, Mike, go to sleep.
- [Mike] I won't push that person to jail.
- Is that the driver?
- [Lucky] Give a second thought .
- [Mike] Okay, second thought, no.
- Wait, wait, wait.
- Transportation should be your damned job.
Roscoe gave me a list of names.
Find me bastard
who can drive an RV.
- I'll help you.
I can do this.
- This is the job.
You have five days get the bastard
from Seattle to Nashville.
You want to be paid,
You made it a damned deadline.
- I don't care about the money.
I will do it for a spot in the showcase.
- You have a few balls.
Remember, that bastard is not operating
in all cylinders.
He arrived on time,
You play the show.
- Lucky will want you to call me and check in
every morning.
And the other number is my cell.
- What is your favorite color?
- I'll have you landed in Seattle
tomorrow morning.
- Maroon?
- Charlie, stop with dating questions.
- Red.
Oh, orange.
All right--
- Yellow, okay.
- Yellow.
I'll take you back Something cool.
- Charlie, no.
Don't give me a present, please.
- Thank you for the evaluation I work,
and displays.
- Show off?
- Yes.
This is my payment.
[slow country music]
[tonk honky music playing in the background]
¬¬¬ Boy, if you experience difficulties
ΓÖ¬ You never followed it - Can I help you?
- I am looking for Buckshot Thomas.
- Do you pay the tab bar?
That bastard owes me 400 dollars.
- No, friend, he has a wrong person.
Oh, alright, let's all relax here.
- Howdy, friend.
Their shelves.
Maybe I will win money back.
- [Bartender] You say he will have money.
- Who?
- Your little [bartender] friends here.
- Put it on my tab,
I think he's good for that.
- I'm your driver, Charlie Stillman.
- I think I will need minutes here
with my partner, por favor.
- Kid, have you ever entered a knife fight?
Let me tell you what happened.
You bastard,
because you never, forget cash.
Now get out
and get the RV pointing south.
I'll be out soon, Alright.
- Now.
Get the money out of the glove box.
Come back here, and pay for these children
as it should be.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Leave.
Stop.
God.
- What the hell is that all about human?
- Only, take left up there.
You bastard.
Wait here.
I'll be back soon.
- This stops now.
You have been notified before .
You know what bastard,
I've been with you.
You come here all the time.
- Oh shit.
- [Woman] Get out.
- Do we have garbage bags?
Garbage bags?
Child,
never get married.
¬ ¬ Country of life
ΓÖ¬ That's all we know
Γ ¬ ¬ You catch an old song ΓÖ¬ land road
ΓÖ¬ You can call everyone you know ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ ¬ Yes sir, let's rock and roll
ΓΓ¬ Take the left on the old Mill Road
ΓΓ¬ Three or four miles that's all Γ €
- Trailer Hitch Boys, friend.
- Step aside, I have to urinate.
- [Charlie] There's a restroom behind there.
- I will not urinate the midget bathroom.
Interesting.
¬ ¬ Not too far away ¬ ¬ Hear the same story
ΓÖ¬ About ten times
¬ ¬ How do we catch all those bottles ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ on one stop sign
ΓÖ¬ About how we got it stuck all night ΓÖ¬
Γ ¬ I and Buckle
- Think you have to pee.
- This is here Poncho.
[gun shot]
- Jesus.
- Damn it.
- I don't know you're not an THB fan.
- Yes, this is here is my trip
and we will do it my way.
I got a few extra stops down the road.
- As long as we get to Nashville,
we can do anything that floats you boat, appears.
- Dan,
if you call me again,
You will end like your damn phone.
Where are you from, kid?
- Jersey, why?
- Just a few damn Yankees will wear
sissy transvestites like this.
Oh shit.
- Yes, start playing at 13.
- Bitches got me stuck with fucking wannabe.
- A wannabe won't have a place
line up at the Lucky showcase.
- Hold first.
Do you want to be a country singer?
- My father is a country singer.
- What is this?
Is this some kind of song or
some Yankee poems?
- I will rewrite from the songs,
make it yourself.
- Listen here it's bad for the brain,
once you have divorced three times,
locked in Alabama and
bang on a pair of -legged brothers bowl in the bathroom Grand Ole Opry,
then maybe,
maybe
You can write country songs.
I don't know.
Well, shit, Lucky.
[soft music]
- Grandpa, I got us adjacent room.
Γ ¬ So hard
ΓÖ¬ Sit and drink alone
ΓÖ¬ But it's easy
ΓΓ¬ After two or three are missing
I think you have a high tail back to Washington.
That's cool.
Can I get beer?
- Oh, of course.
- Thank you.
I'm a big fan of your song, friend.
Dear eyes.
- Are You Buckshot Thomas?
Well master almighty,
I like that song that you did with Conway Twitty.
Playing it at my third marriage.
- I respect the little woman.
Hey, what's your handle?
- Call me Dixie.
- Damn, Dixie.
They see your eyes enchanting.
- Oh, I'm sure you said that to all girls.
which says you can't name one more than my song.
- Only because I can't mention it
doesn't mean I'm not a fan.
You want to talk about 90s countries,
I will talk about the country of the '90s all day and night, man.
- Who wants to talk about the dog poop.
[laughter]
- Now this is for you, another great hit.
Fiddlin & apos; with my heart.
- Oh yeah.
- Yo, Dixie,
who is this Gus guy?
- Oh well, now Gus is here
is part of our wall of fame for permanent customers who are inherited.
We store their favorite drinks
and put their names on it.
We put it in front their favorite barstool
on their birthday.
Happy birthday, Gus.
- I'm thinking we're going out tomorrow morning.
Around eight o'clock?
- Dixie, another round for me and Gus.
- Of course.
Save Buckshot bottles.
ΓÖ¬ But it's easy
ΓΓ¬ After two or three are missing
[soft music]
- Where is it all wrong, Gus
bet you have a marriage partner who goes sour.
Losing all your money.
- I have to close it.
I think you should take it he is at home.
- I will stop it.
Then I'll do it The damn concert.
Then, the grand finale.
- Gus to sleep now.
Take good care.
- Hey what are you doing?
Return it.
- No, Gus went with us.
He deserves better
rot in some bars.
Oh whoa.
I have to stop me.
I stopped.
Then I have,
I get,
I have to play that damn concert.
- Take it easy, alright.
- Then... uh, then... eh
One more thing.
ΓΓ¬ Honky Tonk
ΓÖ¬ Overdrive
Γ ¬ I am tonk honky
¬ ¬ Honky toned overdrive
ΓΓ¬ Exploring...
[beeping]
- Damn.
Yo Buckshot, let's move.
Dirt.
- Hello?
- June, this is Charlie.
- I texted you yesterday.
Why don't you--
- Do you know who Conway Twitty is?
- Uh, Charlie, I really need to know
where are you.
Lucky is panicking.
He seems to want to have an aneurysm.
- Uh huh.
- Oh, wait.
Someone is on another path.
- This is actually me.
- Favorite artists like Twitty?
- Charlie Pride is comparable.
Why do you use two cellphones?
Are you all right?
How is it developing with Buckshot?
- Got him wrapped around me little finger.
Damn, wait.
Lucky is calling me now.
Hey Lucky, I have Charlie on another line.
I will finish him You are fine.
- Where are you?
- Hey bro.
Have been driving for already four hours.
- Einstein, I said where made love right?
- Everything is really under control here, man.
- How can you be so stupid.
You have a smartphone.
Use GPS and answer me.
Are you there?
- Hello?
- Hey jerk!
¬ ¬ He has no family
¬ ¬ Only a can is missing ΓΓ¬ Traveling
ΓΓ¬ The name is Gus
Γ ¬ He is not like that the rest of us Γ¬
- What do you need children?
- Hey man, the lyrics came from last night, huh?
- Yes, it's old their boys make a journal,
- Every day?
- I'm a songwriter.
That's what I have to do.
- Hey man, I found this song Last night.
This reminds me of Charlie Pride.
Here we go Gus.
¬¬¬ Love, it will come
ΓÖ¬ And it will go
ΓΓ¬ I thought about this when he left the door ΓÖ¬
Γ ¬ I don't care if I release a few dollars ΓÖ¬
Γ¬ But get your fucking hand ΓÖ¬ Turn off my pickup truck
- Boys, you like that country as Howdy Doody.
- Who?
- Exactly.
What's the Charlie Pride song? Does that sound like?
- Men.
The proud one,
a cheerful one.
- Whoa.
What does Charlie Pride do look like?
- She's that fat guy, man.
- No.
- Yes, man, with mullet fish.
- No.
- The mullet and belt buckle.
- We all have belt buckles.
- And spots.
- No.
Wrong, wrong.
She's black.
There is no hope for you, boy.
Where is Poncho?
- You will be lying in several trenches with your ass kicked
if I don't drag you sorry back here last night.
- I don't have time for that Your wannabe bullshit.
- Men who show off are not bullshit, okay.
This is the only way I will make people see me.
- This is not a country.
You are not a country.
Now where is my fucking gun?
- The drawer.
You talk crazy Last night.
- You mind yourself damn business.
¬ ¬ Well all trials and hurt ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ Coming from Gold Fools states ΓÖ¬
Γ ¬ While in this world
Γ ¬ Stumbling throughout life - Yo.
Beware.
- Jersey, huh?
They are there Bloody Springsteen.
Why don't you do it
finally singing "Born in America"?
- You're weird, right?
Loner.
A strange village boy.
- Hey, I have a question for you.
- Shoot, friend.
- Where are they "Darling Mata" lyrics originating?
- You know, kid, me
bagging more women than me singing about.
Kicking more donkeys than
Tijuana titty club bouncers,
and hell, nobody's
in this world
who can write a country songs are better than me.
- No, I'm serious.
Why did you write "Darling Eyes"?
Are you listening?
- Fuck this.
I'm leaving.
- Are you crazy man?
You will get yourself killed.
- Kid.
Just pushing this damned thing
and leave me alone, will you?
ΓΓ¬ Switch to suicide
ΓΓ¬ This is not a new thing for me to see ΓÖ¬
ΓΓ¬ The Prophet changed and said to me ΓÖ¬
¬ ¬ Only one day
ΓÖ¬ In the lives of Americans
Γ ¬ Only one day
ΓÖ¬ In the lives of Americans
Hey, where are we?
- Some trucks stop in Wyoming.
- Hot fucking, the truck stopped like Amsterdam.
They get drugs and prostitutes
and oily food.
- Hey guys, let's make it stops fast, alright.
I only need caffeine.
If we make Nebraska tonight,
We will return as scheduled.
- Wait wait.
Caffeine for children pussies.
What you need is a few speed trucks.
I think I can get us some there.
- There are no men.
The bad news.
I'll be back soon.
- I might stretch my legs.
- Hey, don't go far.
What is this?
- Hey
- Oh.
- I have done some surveillance.
The dealer room has blue bandana hanging on it.
- There are no men.
Come on.
- I'm in charge now.
Yes, come on.
Let's go kid.
My back, kid.
- Man, I've entered place sketch of this.
- This is not a mobster pizza joint.
We don't know what is behind that door now.
Keep your ears peeled and your ears Open your eyes.
Damn, you know what I mean.
Enter.
- What, what do you want.
- It depends on what you got there, sweet cake.
- Check this.
- Hey, break all this, alright, let's get up.
- You five boys oh?
- Look at the man, all we want is
two blues and one red.
- Alright.
If you are not a police officer,
then you have to do Tijuana twister.
- Never been
fans of Mexican medicine, but
the child here will do it.
- Oh, there are no humans.
- Then leave here.
- Hold it.
What if I just
filling you full of tin?
[slow tense music]
- Yo, calm down, alright.
I will do it.
Alright, now give us the items.
- [Drug seller] You have to do another route.
- [Charlie] Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Move aside, we agree, Alright.
[Chinese speaking] Wo shi shuo
Twister Tijuana?
Or I will fill you both full of tin.
- The woman has a point in there child
and rifle.
Lasts.
Wake up there.
Oh hey, hey,
my uncle showed me one trick, you know.
Never retreat from threats.
Always call them bluff.
Nine times out of 10,
you came out above, but
I don't know,
a Chinese with a shotgun, hell.
- Hey friend, what do you think? the people on the hill gave me
though man?
- Damn kid, I don't know.
Just pretend You're on tour.
- Hey, hey there's no more medicine on this tour, okay.
- We have to do it what we got here.
- No, give me that.
- No, they are mine.
- My stomach is broken, man.
- Well we don't eat for hours.
- Damn cocaine, man.
- This is your burger.
- Thank you.
Oh man.
That ass is pure Crystal Gale.
No, no, no, wait.
Tammy Wynette,
1972.
- My tongue is numb, man.
I'm not hungry.
- You have to eat.
- I have to pee.
- Men.
Are you male here?
Where are you?
Hey.
Whoa, cowboy.
Someone gets a little to the side.
Come on, we start.
Come on, that's it.
I understand.
Oh man.
Come on boy.
Let's go.
There we go.
- I'm in love.
No.
Not with you, you are a champ.
He's like a Georgian peach.
Mature Georgian peaches.
- Uh huh, peach.
- We have to go to Nashville so I can see June.
You have to take us to Nashville.
- Yes, yes.
You only rest your child.
I will take us to our next stop, Don't worry.
- Can you give me a bubble bath?
[soft music]
ΓΓ¬ Gun by my side
ΓÖ¬ Always ready to fight
ΓÖ¬ Faced with the old man
Γ¬¬ Get him in my sights - Hey kid.
This place has changed it's all for me.
Tell my old man I want to be a singer right in this room here.
That bitch boy kicked my ass was good.
It turns out the best day in my life.
Because since then,
I know I will never be my parent.
This is my bedroom here.
I coated all these walls with
Poster of Waylon Jennings and album.
The old boy, the voice,
his voice,
have never heard anything like that.
Executive record
hates Waylon's voice.
Even though, he just walked Damn from Nashville,
creates his own style.
- Hey, where are we?
- [Buckshot] Luck, Texas.
- Yo, wait, are you saying Texas?
- Yes.
- You make love to me man.
- No.
- Okay, alright.
Your last stop, we finished it.
Let's go back to the road,
make a few moments.
- This is not my last stop.
I have one more to go.
- Yes, so am I human, playing the show in Nashville.
- Yes I watch you kid.
What I can think of is wasted talent.
Always pursue the next trend.
What's good is that do your parents, huh?
- College time is over?
- You don't understand, right?
Take the damn key.
Go play a fucking show.
- It doesn't work like that guy.
I have to take you to the concert in time
if I want to play Lucky showcase.
- As I said before,
You go on stage with this action,
I guarantee you will be a carbon copy
from a dozen other people just like you.
You know, they sound like you.
- I'm not stupid, man.
I know my father's song needs work.
Right now that's all I get.
- There is a way to do it this boy.
Damn, I can show it to you.
Look, you help me
to my last stop,
I will help you try to find you true country performance.
- Well if we stay here,
we will not succeed the show or concert.
- Just call Lucky,
tell him you are broken.
Make some bullshit.
He will press soundcheck.
Always do it.
Come on boy.
Buy us extra time.
You are in the hands of a good son.
[country music]
- Who is that?
- Hi Nickel.
There is a little friend here
want to say hello.
- Let me have it.
Neglected.
Broke.
Drinks are too much.
[laughter]
That's impossible.
I don't think they are high dirt stacks.
- Calm yourself Fussy hell cheat, you.
- Oh, Buckshot Thomas,
You are salty bastard.
Oh shit.
You turned into old cuss.
Who is your friend?
- Well, I will like you to find out.
- Yes
Oh this feels like it's made by
some damned Yankees.
Is this a roadie guitar?
She's green.
Very green.
He plays with a lot of sand.
The problem is,
There are two different voices.
Sooner or later, one of them they must win.
What's your name?
- I'm Charlie.
I am an singer songwriter like Buckshot.
- Yes, is that so?
Hey, you have already defined the line there.
It makes sense you lift with this old villain.
- Nickel, are they still selling liquor in this county?
- Dolly Parton still sleeping on his back?
[laughter]
- Hey kid, go there and get me some juice.
- Yo man, we still have training to do.
- Place two doors on the left.
- [Buckshot] Hiruk now.
Don't let yourself down.
- What happened are you in town?
- Well, on the way to me farewell concert
there in Nashville.
- Oh, one last concert.
Then what?
- Nickel,
Have you ever wondered if
is this just that?
- This is for me.
All of these guitars
live long after I leave.
Like your songs.
- Yeah well, I just tried for peace
with all this crap I did.
- Hey, June.
- Charlie, you have to call on time.
Lucky threatens send another driver
to replace you.
- This is Buckshot, he went crazy.
- Well, what happened?
- He forced some medicine on me and then I have to faint
Because he hijacked the RV
and took us to Luck, Texas.
June?
June, are you there?
- That's west Texas.
You have to go back to the road,
You will miss the show.
- Can you like to say we in Nebraska or something?
I swear when I see you again,
I will make it up for you.
- I trust you Charlie,
don't mess this up.
- I am indebted to you.
I have to go.
- Well, you should everything you need.
- You know, after all this is done by Nickel,
I want to leave you my guitar.
- What do I need it for?
- Safe storage.
- What's wrong with you?
- This is the juice You ordered.
- We have to be good here.
- You just arrived here.
- We will swing back after
we are done with everything.
Take the suitcase for a child.
- Will you stop by Cottonwood?
[soft music]
- Okay, this is where all starts.
Welcome to Luck, Texas, VFW.
- Man, they just left This isn't locked?
- Hold it.
I have to show the best part.
- Our man has come so far free liquor?
- Yes, I will drink
when you are ready.
- I'm ready.
- Now put the object.
Choose that.
Come back here and get yourself ready.
[chuckles]
Why is it so long?
- [Charlie] This is ridiculous.
- Part of training.
Get it here.
Yeehaw.
Wow.
Now, we can start.
Hold the guitar.
Let me see the book.
Let me see the notebook.
All right, first lesson,
I have to do that
long ago.
Charlie, I became a song writer because
I like to tell my story.
Some of them are made,
some of them are real.
What's important is that I know where they came from.
That is that belief that is connected with people.
- Yes, I don't know where to start.
Like I don't have a story.
This is the first time I've been out of Jersey.
- You lost your father, right?
Hey, very sure some young girls throw you for one round.
Write about it.
That has meaning.
- Man, man, you should to teach me, though.
- I should pray for you.
Can you just concentrate write something
Is that a heart?
Γ ¬¬ Why does he drink so
- Hey bro,
hey Buckshot, I think I have something.
- Huh?
ΓÖ¬ Baby
Γ¬¬ Whatcha is looking for you in
Γ¬¬¬ Don't mess with a man ΓÖ¬ Wearing a cowboy hat
ΓÖ¬ Especially that one
Γ ¬ Turning down
ΓÖ¬ You don't know
Γ ¬¬ Why does he drink so
- That's not a bad boy.
But, only the lyrics support the song.
The voice must be done heavy lifting.
Hey there's momma, hey.
Hi momma.
My parents forbade I practiced at home,
and I just got on here for hours
belting them lyrics and just listening.
Now come on, wake up here.
Try it.
Leave.
- Hey, there momma.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, just sang the damn boy.
ΓÖ¬ Baby
ΓÖ¬ Whatcha sees
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Partners, partners, let's,
let's try to find
a unique part of your voice
that way you will get more confidence,
sing it like yourself
because you can't be me.
ΓÖ¬ Baby
ΓÖ¬ Whatcha sees
Γ¬¬¬ Don't mess with a man ΓÖ¬ Wearing a cowboy hat
ΓÖ¬ Especially that one
Γ ¬ Turning down
Turn on the next road here.
- Are we headed to Cottonwood?
- Enter, drag here.
When I first started,
I play diving like this is free.
No one cares who I am or where I come from.
All about
confident to sing.
Anytime, anywhere.
[tonk honky music]
That's it.
Finally I went home with where I came from.
- Wait a minute,
is this the last stop?
- Used to hang our letters.
When my parents trade for some people
tab bar.
A cheap ass tells me that it will happen is mine when he dies.
- OK.
Is that called cottonwood?
- Don't point.
Will be pacing there,
bullshit with those old boys,
and take the bird.
You go hide in that bathroom.
You have to wait for the cause of the spell I will tell them there is a fire
in the rear parking lot.
We go out, you slip out the front with birds.
- And you will have an RV pointing south,
You got it human.
We have agreed.
¬¬ I can make it okay
- Friend.
- Howdy.
- Hey
Do you all know that
Kenny Rogers wears a wig?
- Bullshit.
- No, I told you--
- Get out of here.
- There used to be this group
called Mistral New Christianity,
swear to God.
Large groups.
I returned to the stage that caused me friends in it,
and I saw Kenny Rogers sitting there.
I don't know that, but,
she's bald as a cucumber.
And there is a wig sitting next to it for him,
like a helmet
and they put it on his head and wah,
Kenny Rogers.
He is still very fat, but I mean.
That's how he became Kenny Rogers.
I don't think he will succeed...
You give me a moment.
I'll be back soon.
[tonk honky music]
- Hey, have you seen Buckshot?
- I haven't seen anyone since 1968.
- Humans for everything I know, _ jackoff it
maybe has submitted it to Nashville.
- Don't feel bad.
An interesting buckshot is a bird trick on more than a few ole boys around here.
News spreads fast in small cities.
See this here guitar?
Got a lot of rope on it.
You only need one
to throw you out of tune.
But,
only because there is one that is not aligned does not mean all others follow.
You have to find that one,
harmonize.
Here,
Play me one of your songs.
- Oh, there are no men.
I really have to go.
- Bullshit, come on.
Let me hear one.
- Let me know what you think about this verse.
ΓÖ¬ You don't know what
¬ ¬ What did he say
ΓΓ¬ Living alone with hers
Γ¬¬ Whiskey and beer
ΓÖ¬ You don't know what
ΓÖ¬ What might be hell
- Hey man, I really have to go.
- Good lyrics, kid.
- Hey, do you have a telephone?
- It's there.
- Thank you.
- [Woman] Jaybird.
- June.
- [Woman] He is not functioning here again.
- Where is he?
- Fired is where he is
you stupid idiot.
You think you can pull some nonsense on me.
- No, I can explain.
June has nothing to do with it.
She's not--
- I get another driver
to bring the Buckshot here.
You just stay silent and shut your mouth.
- Hello?
- June, this is Charlie.
- [Jun] What do you want?
- [Charlie] I'm very sorry.
- You really put me bad situation.
- No, I can explain.
Everything is very strange here.
- Unless you can get me my work is back,
I really don't have anything to say.
[slow tense music]
- You can tell where you go.
- That's my mother's grave.
I'm not always like that.
There are some people I care.
Hold them there, right?
Get my guitar, huh?
ΓΓ I study true love
¬ ¬ Too much to bear ΓΓ¬ Til going home
Γ¬¬ He is finally there
ΓÖ¬ That's when I looked at
Γ ¬ his favorite eyes
¬ ¬ Now I hope your heart
Γ¬¬¬ Will forgive
Γ ¬ All the things they say
ΓÖ¬ I
ΓÖ¬ Is
¬¬¬¬ Missing my dear eyes
Γâ € Miss Miss their darling
ΓÖ¬ Eyes
I love you dear.
When he was born, changed my life.
Inspired me to write the song.
It takes off
and me too
They say there's nothing can do.
My old man.
Chicken bastard.
This is my last stop.
Let's go to Nashville.
- I'm not your driver again man.
Lucky to fire me.
I just came to say goodbye.
- That bastard has no rights.
When I finished with her ass,
You will be on that stage.
Don't worry Hey, wow, kid.
I don't think you want to do that.
- I'm in charge of Poncho.
There are no big things.
- There is no from your business.
- I don't drive you in all countries
so you can blow up your brain.
- What do you care about?
- You were the first person to ever call me a bluff.
I owe you that.
You're not just some sad old bastard.
You care about people.
Why not try again.
- Bad luck,
it's one of the first things that make sense
You say overall this is a fucking trip, you know.
[gun shot]
Γ ¬ ¬ Who will miss you
ΓΓ¬ As you go
- Hey, step aside now.
- Damn.
[chuckles]
Whoa, it's a close call child, huh.
I don't know how that bullet missed you, but
the original copper tombstone to the head.
You know, I'm pretty sure I will give Poncho to you.
That's what you say
really rings right.
- You almost killed me back there.
- Yes, I know, I know.
I'm sorry.
The bullet has called my name for years and
You almost took it for me.
- What choice do I have?
- Come on, kid Let's just go.
Return to Nashville and
I will fix everything for you, right.
Good.
Hey you know,
I already thought about it
goes straight and narrow.
- No more liquor?
- No more liquor.
- Did you drive the rest from the road?
- No.
Get there.
Come on.
Hey, can we stop and drink a pint?
No?
Half a pint?
No?
[country music]
Γ ¬ Only old empty bottles
ΓÖ¬ It's looking at me
Γ ¬ Used to be like that
ΓÖ¬ A good old friend ¬¬ Til that day back at & apos; 63
Γ ¬ ¬ Meet my friend ΓÖ¬ When I was young
¬¬ While I was sitting in my ayahÖ¬ father's knee
¬¬ Because of me
ΓÖ¬ Old friends
ΓÖ¬ I'm sitting here
ΓÖ¬ In prison
ΓÖ¬ Oh, come on join me now
Wow!
- [Man] Check, check, check one, two.
One two.
Two.
- It's about fucking time.
Hey Buck, Nancy Sinatra called.
He wants the boots back.
Mike, prepare Buckshot.
We have to check it in 30 minutes.
Hey.
For your stupid ass,
you cross wrong bastard.
- Hey
The only reason I'm here is the cause of this child.
You think about sleeping with him out of the display,
okay, we make love out of here.
Let's go kid.
Come on.
- You win, cowboy.
- Hey, you can finish setting this.
Off my stage.
Sing some songs.
- That's for the concert, is not your ass.
- Hey, you know that girl June
who used to work here?
- Yes
Some bastards got him fired.
He works at Fiddler Junction.
It's a small hole.
ΓÖ¬ I still think about you
ΓÖ¬ all the time
- Bring that level.
Try again.
There.
I just want to make sure I can hear my monitor.
Yee haw.
Being on that stage,
poop,
nothing like that.
Make me want to go back out the way.
- Hey friend, I think I understand the last verse of my song.
- When is the showcase?
- Two weeks.
- Really?
- I will be ready.
I have to take care of something, Alright.
I'll be back before eight.
- [Man] Reset the stage for the second sound check
and let's hurry up.
We expect sales.
[slow country music]
- I'm back.
- How are you, lady.
Whoa.
Can we talk, just a minute?
Hold, hold it.
Wait, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm screwing up.
I know that.
Yellow.
I really don't mean for you to lose your job.
I'm sorry.
- It's not your fault.
I have to stop that old job.
- I'm done with all bro state goods.
- I can see it.
- Buckshot even helped I wrote my own song
for display.
- Wait, are you still doing the show?
- Buckshot smoothed everything ends.
We are gold, we are ready to go.
I thought you would trigger for me?
- People practice for years before stepping on that stage.
You can't expect to just throw it all together in a week.
Thank you for the flower,
beautiful.
- [Man] Everyone, we have 60 minutes without showtime.
- You're great out there.
Want one?
- No.
No, you haven't taken care about this place, Lucky.
What do you think about maybe
take me to a new tour?
- Are you serious?
- Yes
I will start playing it smaller joints,
and only work my way to bigger places.
- It will lose _ postulate.
- You just said ticket sales went up.
- Look at partners,
the last concert always spike ticket sales.
People think you die soon or something.
I only focus on you twilight years.
- [Man] Hei Kyle, stop by Green room
and see if Buckshot needs anything.
Kyle, did you hear me?
Γ ¬ I grew up in the Bible
Γ ¬ ¬ But the bottle freed me ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ From all that
ΓΓ¬ Last of the types that are dying ΓÖ¬ For Life and Breathing
ΓÖ¬ American Outlaw
[knocking on the door]
ΓΓ¬ Last of the types that are dying [knocking on the door]
ΓÖ¬ American Outlaw
[applause]
- [Man] Hi everyone,
Buckshot Thomas.
[cheers and applause]
- Appreciate all of you out tonight
May you enjoy yourself.
[knocking on the door]
You have an audience that night.
- One foot in the cemetery
is everything they see out there.
- It's not a real human.
You still have it.
- What do you want from me?
I mean, you get your show off, so.
- I didn't do it.
I need more time.
I will start from the beginning.
- Good luck with that.
My story is written.
- You are a songwriter.
That's what you have to do.
Remember?
- You know...
When we first met,
I think so
children will not go far.
I will not waste me time with him.
Unfortunately,
You prove me wrong.
You stand in your land.
Change your way.
Now,
You gave me
just a little hope.
Let's go.
- Are you back in Washington?
- This is not my last stop.
- All the right men, driving me the day is over.
- Nobody invited you.
You are careful.
Hey.
You keep working on those songs.
You never know,
this might not be yours last stop too.
ΓÖ¬ Hey friend
ΓÖ¬ Whatcha sees
Γ¬¬¬ Don't mess with a man ΓÖ¬ Wearing a cowboy hat
ΓÖ¬ Especially that one
Γ ¬ Turning down
ΓÖ¬ You don't know
Γ ¬¬ Why does he drink so
ΓÖ¬ Can be a woman
ΓΓ¬ That makes it wrong
ΓÖ¬ It could be the old jukebox
ΓΓ¬ Play that sad song ΓÖ¬ Whatever is the best
ΓΓ¬ Pay him no problem Γ ¬ Now he's not really much Γ € ¢
Γ ¬ ¬ Saying good
¬ ¬ You don't know what it is
ΓΓ¬ Eyes sad say
ΓΓ¬ Living alone with hers
Γ¬¬ Whiskey and beer
ΓÖ¬ You don't know what
ΓÖ¬ What might be hell
ΓÖ¬ Makes you wonder
ΓΓ¬ Do criminals cry
ΓÖ¬ To be honest there is a
ΓÖ¬ Heart is good inside
ΓÖ¬ But most times is too difficult for ¬¬
¬ ¬ Relieves his pride ΓΓ¬ Looks in the mirror
ΓÖ¬ What did he see
ΓΓ¬ An old man who is broken ΓΓ¬ Fighting for free
Γ ¬ He shed tears and me
ΓÖ¬ I don't know why
¬ ¬ Very confident that criminals
ΓÖ¬ Never crying
¬ ¬ You don't know what it is
ΓΓ¬ Eyes sad say
ΓΓ¬ Living alone with hers
Γ¬¬ Whiskey and beer
ΓÖ¬ You don't know what
ΓÖ¬ What might have happened has become hell ΓÖ¬
Γ ¬ Now you know
ΓΓ¬ That the villain shed tears ΓÖ¬ Outlaws shed tears [soft music]
¬ ¬ Well down in the valley
¬ ¬ From all good and evil
ΓÖ¬ There is a man who has lived
ΓÖ¬ Without anyone
Γ ¬ He sits on his porch drinking ΓÖ¬ whiskey
ΓÖ¬ From the bottle
ΓÖ¬ When he dreamed of a life on the road ΓÖ¬
¬ ¬ He just keeps sitting there ΓÖ¬ In the old rocking chair
¬ ¬ Aging like yesterday's wine
ΓΓ¬ Dreams and desires
Γ ¬ Burned like wild fire ΓΓ¬ Til finally made his mind ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ Yes, fire in his soul ¬ ¬ Burned hot like coal
ΓÖ¬ From freedom he used to deny ΓÖ¬
ΓÖ¬ Without care in this world
ΓΓ¬ Not arranged or curled
¬ ¬ What is not small
¬ ¬ Of self pride
ΓÖ¬ Some can't handle trips ¬¬
[country music playing]
ΓÖ¬ Yes fire in his soul ¬ ¬ Burned hot like coal
ΓÖ¬ From freedom
¬¬ He used to deny
ΓÖ¬ Without treatment in this world
ΓΓ¬ Not arranged or curled
Γ ¬ There is no small amount
¬ ¬ Of self pride
ΓÖ¬ Some can't handle trips ¬¬
ΓÖ¬ Yes stoned on beer ΓÖ¬
ΓΓ¬ And cheap wine
ΓÖ¬ Some can't handle trips ΓÖ