:06:01
Nothing like a little medicine
to put you in the mood.
:06:04
Ain't mamma a beauty?
:06:06
A guitar beats a woman
any time!
:06:11
I never have seen a woman
I could trust like this old guitar.
:06:15
I love my mamma guitar.
:06:19
She's always waiting for me
to pick her up and hold her.
:06:22
Never asks me for money or goes
cheating around when I ain't looking.
:06:26
If she gets a little sour, I just
give her a little twist like so...
:06:30
and we're right back
in tune together.
:06:32
Hey, Lonesome,
sing "Rye whisky".
:06:35
Lonesome.
:06:36
"Hallelujah, I'm a bum."
:06:38
She can see that plain enough.
:06:41
Whenever a bunch of fellas
like us...
:06:44
outcasts, hobos, nobodies,
gentlemen loafers...
:06:48
one time or all time losers,
call us what you want to...
:06:52
Whenever we get together,
we tell funny stories...
:06:55
me and Beanie
and the rest of these...
:06:57
hand-to-mouth tumbleweed boys
like you see in here.
:07:01
If whisky don't get us,
then women must...
:07:06
and it looks like...
:07:09
I'm never gonna cease...
:07:12
my wandering.
:07:18
But, deep down,
when we get ready...
:07:21
to tuck our heads under our wings
and go to sleep...
:07:24
we ain't kidding ourselves.
:07:26
We're so low-down Ionely...
:07:29
the fella we couldn't stand
the sight of this morning...
:07:33
tonight, when the guards
douse the lights...
:07:36
and plunge us into darkness...
:07:39
why that same fella seems like
our nearest, dearest buddy.
:07:45
Ten thousand miles
away from home.
:07:51
And I don't even know my name.
:07:59
But I ain't crying.