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It was on the occasion
of my first broken heart.
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And my last.
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She was an older woman and wise.
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Vastly experienced.
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She told me she couldn't stand
the sight of me for another minute...
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...handed me a half-gallon jug
of sour mash and fled.
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And you polished it off?
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Every drop.
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I've been drinking sour mash ever since.
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I was 17.
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She was almost 22.
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Her name...
1:11:35
...was Oceola.
1:11:39
I think these kids are rushin' it a little.
1:11:41
They're in a hurry to grow up.
1:11:45
Well, they won't get it out of a bottle.
1:11:47
They'll know that in the morning.
1:11:58
All down sick at once.
1:12:01
Must've passed a bad waterhole.
1:12:04
Well, this'll settle you.
1:12:06
Come on, son.
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Back, wide.
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Voilà.
1:12:13
Good morning, gentlemen.
1:12:15
Mr. Nightlinger, I'd like some beans
and cabbage for supper...
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...with a big chunk of fatback
in some red pepper sauce.
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And make some gravy out of the grease.
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I'll be back.
1:12:28
Hurry it up. We're burnin' daylight.
1:12:31
All right, son, tongue out.
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Head back.
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Wider.
1:12:42
Where do you think you're goin'?
1:12:44
Go get him, Dan.
1:12:46
Come back, you.