The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance

I'm the still, small voice
that thunders in the night.

I'm your watchdog
that howls against the wolves.

I'm your Father confessor!
- What else am l?
- Town drunk?

- Dutton Peabody. Write it down.
- I move the nominations be closed.

- I second the motion.
- All in favour?

Now we'll proceed with the election.
You sodbusters are a brave bunch
when you're together, but don't vote

any way now that you'll regret
later when you're alone.

Those in favour of Ransom Stoddard
as delegate, raise your hands.

All those in favour of Liberty
Valance, raise your hands.

All those in favour of Dutton
Peabody, raise your hands.

- Let's get you a drink.
- The bar's closed.

According to Mr. Stoddard,
the bar's closed.

- Anything further on the election?
- Legally, the election's finished.

Then the bar is open.
That vote don't mean a thing.
Stay out of this.

He's been hiding
behind your gun long enough.

You got a choice, dishwasher.
Either you leave town,
or tonight be on that street alone.

You be there,
and don't make us come and get you.