Joe Page #8

What have you

done, Joe?

Here's what we do.

We start a little late,

around 8:
00 in the morning,

and we go till 4:00.

I pay by the week

on Fridays.

Some days we go long and

we run past 40 hours a week.

I pay

time and a half.

It's hard work.

I don't like a whole

lot of standing around.

We'll probably

bust our ass

and get this spread out

by the end of April,

get out all

the bare root seedlings,

and sometimes

we stake 'em

if we gotta keep

the little ones stable.

Most of the time,

we don't need to mess

with them little piney

seedlings like that.

I'm gonna have you join

Donnell and his crew

on the west end

of the farm.

Then, if everything goes

good on that acreage,

I'll have you

help me supervise

the Monea project

next summer.

Bastards can be hard

to work for sometimes.

But, hell, if you

worked for Joe,

I think you'll do

just fine.

You got

any questions?

No, sir.

When can I start?

Right now

if you're ready.

Yes, sir.

- So you knew Joe?

- Yeah, I sure did.

Joe was

a good man.

Good man to me,

anyways.

He was a good man

to me, too.

# Some folks, they live

on whatever it takes #

# Hell, I've lived

off of nothing #

# For most of my days

# It's not worth

remembering #

# The days of my past

# That drowned

in the sorrows

# Of yesterday's glass

# But something

will find a way #

# Somehow to break

# It will be my heart

# It will be my face

# But I won't recall

# My many mistakes

# Or hold on to nothing

# For anyone's sake

# Memories

of my loved ones #

# That have turned out

the lights #

# Have long faded away

# With my tears

in the night #

# There's nothing

but the police #

# To haunt me 'round here

# But I guess

I'm still living #

# If I still have fear

# Something will find a way

somehow to break #

# It will be my heart

# It will be my face

# But I won't recall

# My many mistakes

# Or hold on to nothing

# For anyone's sake

# Some folks, they live on

whatever it takes #

# Hell, I've lived

off of nothing #

# For most of my days

# It's not worth remembering

# The days of my past

# That drowned in the sorrows

# Of yesterday's glass

# But something

will find a way #

# Somehow to break

# It will be my heart

# It will be my face

# But I won't recall

# My many mistakes

# Or hold on to nothing

# For anyone's sake.

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