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You bet I'm not

Where the side walk

ends, you left a lot

I'm not afraid to go

You bet I'm not

Where the sidewalk ends

I'm not afraid to

go you bet I'm not

Where the side walk

ends, you left a lot

Where the side walk

ends, you left a lot

Where the side walk

ends, you left a lot

See you next trip.

What?

Wait a minute. I don't want

him to find you here. Go on.

Out.

So, what if he finds me here?

You were really killing

them tonight, boss.

Yeah, great show. Better than

ever. Incredible sound.

Hear them screaming?

Ha-ha-ha! They went crazy!

Over here, Dusty!

That's exciting.

What was Buddy Jackson

doing in here?

- "See you next trip"?

- Yes. See you next trip.

Since when do you start

changing my show?

Your show? I don't remember seeing you

out there making those people scream.

What is your problem, Dusty?

I'm tired.

I'm tired of the smoke and

the lights. It ain't me.

It's not a cowboy bar with drunks

sitting around a little stage.

This is 20,000 people. They came to see

a show, and they want to see a big one.

Hell, they can't see me for

all the smoke and the lights.

They can't hear me, the

music's so damn loud.

I stopped singing out there for three bars.

Three bars, and nobody even noticed.

- What are you trying to say?

- I'm saying I don't like it.

I don't like the sets.

I don't like the lights.

And I don't like you sneaking

your boyfriend in my bus.

And I don't like you cramming

his songs down my throat.

He is your boyfriend, isn't he?

My personal life is none

of your business anymore.

Well, maybe your business

doesn't belong in my show.

If it wasn't for me...

you would probably still be singing

in some run-down rat hole...

for a bunch of fat

cowgirls from Iowa.

Yeah, and if it wasn't for me, you'd

probably be a waitress there.

- Uh-oh.

- You listen to me.

Guys like you who can sing are a dime a

dozen. I can find another in a hot minute.

Yeah, well, go find one, then.

Fine!

Relax. Just relax.

- Sounds like you need a beer, brother.

- You heard? No, thanks.

Oh, yeah.

Man, why does it always

have to be like this?

I mean, everything's

gotten so complicated.

Sometimes I just want

to dump the whole deal.

Including this

stupid-looking outfit.

Oh, hell, Wyatt, it's

better than a real job.

Besides, you're helping

me pay my alimony.

Man...

remember when we was kids,

we snuck out to that carnival?

That one we snuck into because

we didn't have the money.

Yeah, with that fat, old...

bald-headed guy with

the sweaty armpits.

Had that dancing chicken.

Remember when he put

that chicken on stage?

We snuck around back. With one hand,

he was putting the needle on the record.

And with his other, he was turning

on the stove underneath the stage.

That chicken, his feet was burning.

It started hopping all over

the place, just dancing.

Ohh.

The dancing chicken.

Hm.

Yeah, sometimes I feel

like a dancing chicken.

You know what I always wondered?

Why didn't that chicken

just hop off the stage?

- Sure you don't want one?

- No.

What are you gonna do tonight?

Sit right here...

smell the horse manure...

finish down this six-pack, and

go find me a fine-looking woman.

Wife for a night.

How about you?

I think I'm just gonna

take me a little walk.

Take care.

Hey, man, I'll see you around.

Get his bags.

What are you doing?

Just wanted to feel like

I was out in California.

Where's Dusty?

He took a walk.

Where?

- I don't know.

- Knock it off, Earl.

I'm worried.

- Did you see him last night?

- Yeah.

What was he doing?

Was he drunk?

No. I was.

Did he say where he was going?

Yeah.

Earl!

Where did he say he was going?

To take a walk.

You boys are making me work.

You know I don't like that.

Oh, yeah. Right.

- Hi, you.

- Hello.

Are you new around here?

Yeah.

Brand-new.

Oh. Welcome.

Well, thanks.

Hello, Grandma.

Did I miss the parade?

What parade?

You know, the one that usually

arrives before you do.

That nice tour manager...

and all those bodyguards

and the reporters.

No. It's just me this time.

I hardly recognized you without

all that hair. Ha, ha.

Oh, yeah?

- Did you quit?

- No.

It's just a short pause.

- So how are you?

- Oh, hell, I'm fine.

I'd like to quit. It's just

getting bigger and bigger.

- Starting to look like a circus.

- I saw you over in Dallas.

- That was quite an extravaganza.

- Why didn't you call me?

I'd have got you tickets and you

could've been backstage with me.

You were working.

You don't disturb men

when they're working.

- Did you like it?

- Of course I did.

It was you singing.

I love to hear you sing.

- But...

- It was loud, and I couldn't hear the words.

Without the words, there's no song.

And?

I could've done without

the smoke and the lights.

- Yeah, me too.

- But the kids liked it.

- You kept my old guitar.

- Yeah.

I learned to play on this old Dove.

Yeah.

I kept it around in case you might

want to play me a song sometime.

No smoke. No lights.

No amplifiers.

No big-stage production.

Just me and my guitar.

- Think anybody would buy that?

- I would.

Bye, Grandma. I'll see you soon.

Howdy.

Want a beer?

Yeah, I'll take a beer.

Is there a rent-car place

anywhere nearby?

Where you trying to get?

Louisiana. Shreveport.

Here.

I used to play in here years ago,

back when I was in high school.

Yeah, I know who you are.

- You do?

- Yes, sir.

I tell you, the place

hasn't changed much.

No. No.

If you played here, you earned

this. It's on the house.

Thank you.

There is a General rent-a-car

place just down the road.

Okay. Appreciate it.

My friends, Shreveport, Louisiana

welcomes Dusty in concert.

Dave, come in. Anything?

Nothing, Lula. We have all

the entrances watched.

I'm too old for this.

Hey, we can't hear it, man.

Will somebody please

tell me where he is?

Put that thing away.

One of you must know.

- Earl?

- How many times you gonna ask me?

All right. All right, look.

Dusty and I had a

fight the other day.

And I said some things

I shouldn't have.

And I'm sorry.

But I can't apologize to him until

one of you tells me where he is!

- Are you cancelling the show?

- No, I'm not cancelling the show.

There are 25,000 fans out there.

Some of them drove hundreds

of miles to get here.

And they're gonna get their show.

He'll be here.

Thanks, gentlemen.

Y'all been a real big help.

You're supposed to be out on

that stage in five minutes.

I suggest if you wanna keep your

jobs, you better get out there.

Dusty! Dusty! Dusty!

Dave.

Let's do it.

Dusty?

Dusty! Dusty! Dusty!

Bring the lights

down really slowly.

More smoke. Now. Right now.

I think we got it.

Okay. Good.

When you hear twin fiddles

And a steel guitar

You're listening to the sound

Of the American heart

And Opry music on a Saturday night

Brings a smile to your face

And a tear to your eye

Whoo!

- Harley, honey. How about a little dance?

- Not now, Al.

Oh, come on. Why are you

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