Carmen Jones Page #3

I'm going to school,

learn all about planes.

What you gonna do

when the war's over?

The parachute factory's bound

to close. You comin' back here?

Maybe. Maybe not.

I never figure

from one day to the next.

Guess you don't have to.

You're sure to get a husband

in any town.

MarriedMe?

Never.

Shoes need polish bad.

- I do my own.

- Not when I'm around.

Sure, you'll get married.

I bet you'll have

all those kids you wished on me.

- Not a chance.

- Why not?

Ain't in the cards.

Look, you can't let that spooky stuff

trip you up.

Signs never lie, Joe.

Just don't pay 'em no mind, Carmen.

A gal like you:

Why, there's nothing you couldn't get

if you aim for it.

How do you figure that?

Just look at you.

You got a lot more than other gals.

A lot more what?

Got your belt on twisted.

I'll fix it.

What's the matter?

Still don't trust me, huh?

Or don't you trust yourself?

Carmen!

Carmen?

"Sorry, honey."

"Like I told you, I couldn't stand

being cooped up in jail. "

"I gotta be free to come and go

or I'd just die. "

"Don't hate me, Joey, cos I love you,

like I loved no man before. "

Prisoners, halt!

Left face!

OK, sit down.

Joe, honey,

I thought I'd never see you again.

I tried and I asked...

They don't allow no visitors

the first two weeks in the stockade.

I'm sorry. Carrying on like this.

I made myself promise I wouldn't.

That's all right, Cindy.

How you been?

Waitin'. Just waitin' to see you.

Won't help none,

you hanging around.

You oughta go home to your maw.

- You want me to?

- I was just thinkin' of you, Cindy.

Home's where you is, Joe.

You all right, honey?

How they treatin' you?

Fine, fine.

- When d'you think you'll get out?

- I can't tell.

They'll still send you to air school,

you'll see.

- The truth is, Cindy...

- I know. Sergeant Brown told me.

But it don't matter to me none.

I know you, Joe.

I know you're done with that girl.

Joe, there's a package for you.

It must be from my maw.

I wrote her

to bake something nice for you.

Time's up. Prisoners fall in!

Left face!

Forward... March!

Chow call! Come and get it!

This flower

that you threw my way

Has been my friend

By night and day

I saw it fade

And lose its bloom

But still it kept

A sweet perfume

In my cell

Through every darkened hour

On my lonely eyes

Lay this flower

And so I'd sleep

the whole night through

And dream of you

And dream of you

Then I'd wake up

With no-one near me

And talk for the jail walls

to hear me

She ain't the best

They all the same

Like all the rest

She's just a dame

Then I told myself

I was ravin'

There was just one thing

I was cravin'

It wasn't food

It wasn't dough

I guess you know

That it was you

You're all I'll ever crave

And that's for true

I don't know

anything about you

I don't know much

about a shinin' star

Just know

the worid is dark without you

That's all I know

I only want you as you are

Carmen

I love...

You?

Thanks for the lift, big oil man.

Going as far as New Orleans, if you

wanna help the war effort, baby.

I got my battle station.

Anybody here ask for me?

The whole Army, that's all.

- Hi, Carmen.

- Hi.

You know who I mean.

No corporal by the name of Joe.

Go, Mack!

Go, Mack!

Go, Mack!

Go, Mack!

Go, Mack!

I'll tell you why I wanna dance

It ain't the sweetness in the music

I like the sweetness in the music

But that ain't why I wanna dance

It's something thumpin' in the bass

That thump-thump thumping

on the music

That bump-bump bumping

on the music

Is all I need

To start me off

I don't need nothin' else...

Maybe I do!

To start me off

Beat out that rhythm on a drum

Beat out that rhythm on a drum

Beat out that rhythm on a drum

And I don't need no tune at all

Beat me that rhythm on a drum

Beat me that rhythm on a drum

Beat me that rhythm on a drum

And I don't need no tune at all

A- all

A- all

A- all

A- all

I feel it beatin' in my bones

It feel like 20 million tom-toms

I know there's 20 million tom-toms

Beatin' way down deep

inside my bones

I feel it beatin' in my heart

And then I get a kinda dream

And in my dream it kinda seems

There's one big heart

In all the worid

There ain't but one big heart...

One heart.

In all the worid

Beat out that rhythm on a drum

Beat out that rhythm on a drum

Beat out that rhythm on a drum

There's one big heart

in all the worid

Beat out that rhythm on a drum

Beat out that rhythm on a drum

Beat out that rhythm on a drum

There's one big heart

for all the worid

Worid

Worid

Worid

And now that heart is beating fast

And that's a rhythm I can dance to

I'm mighty glad I got a chance to

With the one big heart

that's beating fast

Tomorrow morning let it rain

Tomorrow morning let it pour

Tonight

we're in the groove together

Ain't gonna worry 'bout

Stormy weather

Gonna kick ol' trouble

Out the door

Beat out that trouble on a drum

Beat out ol' trouble on a drum

Beat out ol' trouble on a drum

And kick his carcass out the door

Beat me that rhythm on a drum

Beat me that rhythm on a drum

Beat out that rhythm on a drum

And kick ol' trouble out the door

Kick him out the door

Kick him out the door

Kick him out the door

Kick him out the door!?

Charlie, give me

a double double on the rocks.

- Hey, Jones gal.

- Hi, Carmen!

- How's tricks?

- Ginger ale.

Slow, Frankie.

You still got a blowtorch

for that boy in the stockade?

By now it ought to be so hot

you could send it to the Navy.

They could use it

to weld battleships apart.

That's how it is.

Husky Miller!

Thanks a lot, I'm sure glad to be

To be where I can see

So many friends of mine

How've I been doin'?

How've I been doin'?

If you really want

to know the truth

I'm doin' fine

Seventeen decisions in a row

And only five on points

The rest was all KO

Jackson and Johnson

Murphy and Bronson

One by one they come

And one by one to dreamland they go

How's it done?

You ask me how's it done?

I got a trainer man

Who taught me all I know

Sure feels good

to have him in my corner

Hear his voice a-whisperin' low

Big boy, remember

You must remember

Stand up and fight

until you hear the bell

Stand toe to toe

Trade blow for blow

Keep punching

till you make your punches tell

Show that crowd what you know

Until you hear that bell

That final bell

Stand up and fight like hell

When you fight

out in the open air

In a patch of light,

the ring looks small and white

Out in the blackness

Out in the blackness

You can feel

a hundred thousand eyes

Fillin' the night

Cigarettes are blinkin' in the dark

And making polka dots

around the baseball park

People are quiet

Then there's a riot

Someone throws a punch

and plants it right

Smack on the mark

Someone's hurt

You kinda think it's you

You hang across the ropes

That's all you wanna do

Then you look round

And see your trainer's eyes

Beggin' you to see it through

They say, remember

Big boy, remember

Stand up and fight

until you hear the bell

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