♪ You always had an eye
for things that glitter ♪
♪ But I was far from
being made of gold ♪
♪ I don't know how,
but I scraped up the money ♪
My, my, look'ee there.[/i]
Hey, Truck.
Wake up, man.
Come on now,
we're here.
We made good time,
didn't we?
Yankees know how to grow 'em.
I won't repeat that
to the missus.
Well, that's a good thing
'cause I'm already
in the woodshed with her.
About had it with you
and the circus life.
Well, that's
being a musician.
Seems she's had her fill.
Timing's kind of handy
if you think about it.
Why's that?
You'll be seeing Edie tonight.
Edie don't have the time of day
for me.
Ever known a girl didn't have
the time of day for you, Truck?
He speaks the truth.
Edie Lowe's different.
She's out of my league.
I don't know,
I seen her looking.
Here we go.
♪ When you said time
was all you really needed... ♪
My, my.
This here is where Johnny Cash
played his first show
in Philadelphia.
And where Edie got her start.
Maybe it happens for us tonight.
Here's hoping, boys.
♪ As the tears I saw
rolling down your face ♪
♪ And yesterday I knew
just what you wanted ♪
♪ When you came walking up to me
with him... ♪
REPORTER (over radio):
The battle of the red
and the blue states rages on
after last week's election,
the country still without
a clear winner
in Tuesday's election--
the results tied up
in the Florida hand recount.
Who sprang for a tree?
I was with my daughter
when she got hers
and this one looked like
it needed a home.
Maybe some water, too.
Crap.
What's Ed Garrett doing here?
STILLMAN:
Your old partner, right?
Two excruciating years.
What's wrong with him?
Lazy to the bone.
He's coming right at you, Will.
Oh, great.
Hey, Will.
How's it going?
Hey, Garrett.
You know what this is, folks?
Besides the obvious?
This is a ground ball.
You want to elaborate, Ed?
Six years ago,
I catch a bump in the night--
cowboy from Tennessee
gets sh*t in the 'hood.
Out-of-town victim always blows.
Junk, right?
I break myself on it,
but nothing.
So this g*n turned
it around, huh?
Last week,
wife uses it on her husband,
wings him.
The serial number's
been filed off,
but ballistics says...
this g*n also sh*t
my Tennessee boy.
This lady sh**t have any
connect with him?
Mm...
worked in the place
where he d*ed.
Case closed, huh?
Good break, Ed.
GARRETT:
Yeah. Thing is,
John, uh...
I could use a clearance.
Bosses are really
squeezing me lately.
Meaning we'd close it
and give it to you?
If you could do me a solid.
How about we focus on
doing the victim a solid?
Help this cowboy get on home.
so racking some
out-of-state cowboy's m*rder?
Country singer
from Tennessee.
Country?
You got a problem
with that?
There's really
only room for
one countrfan
in this place.
Well, it's a shocker,
but Garrett didn't do
crap on this job.
Two whole
interviews.
One with each bandmate--
older brother, Ty,
and steel guitarist
Dusty Ray.
What's our victim's name?
Truck Sugar.
Of course it is.
sh*t in front
of the Blue Star Lounge.
His band, The Sugar Boys,
played there that night.
Brother found him
the next morning.
That's it?
Pretty much.
Looks like this cowboy
never made it home,
he was buried here in Philly.
We got a line out on that
lady sh*t her husband?
Rush and Miller are
at Riverside Women's
having a chat.
Maybe she's the answer.
Solve this thing
by noon.
Scotty hates country.
That's just wrong.
I'll loan you some CDs.
"She Thinks My
Tractor's Sexy."
"Tequila Makes Her
Clothes Fall Off."
Can't hardly wait.
RUSH:
Clipped your husband[/i]
pretty good, huh, Kylie?
He cheated.
Straight up, huh?
You stray,
you get a b*llet.
That don't sound fair?
Bad luck for you.
g*n you used had a body on it.
Guy who got k*lled in .
Truck Sugar.
His band played
at the Blue Star
where you worked.
I remember him.
He was fine.
Remember sh**ting him?
You know what, girls?
It's your lucky day.
I'm gonna let you in
on something
I've been sitting on
six years.
Bring it on.
This future ex-husband of mine,
Mitch?
He's your man.
How do you know?
The g*n was his.
Night this cutie d*ed,
Mitch leaves early...
says he's going to his wife's.
I thought you
were his wife.
No, I was just
his girlfriend then.
So it's late night, I'm closing.
I hear a sh*t, and I peek out.
There's your boy, dead.
And right next to him,
Mitch's damn g*n.
Mitch have any reason
to ice Truck?
Yeah. He figures himself for
a tough guy.
Someone prove him wrong?
He took those Sugar Boys for
bumpkins he could mess with.
It wasn't that way.
("Something Like That"
by Tim McGraw playing)
Hey there.
Truck Sugar.
This here's Dusty.
This is my big brother, Ty.
We're The Sugar Boys.
I'm the one that's been hounding
you week in and out.
Yeah, I've been
trying to call you.
We're sure excited
about tonight.
Well...
about that, um...
I put you on
the bill tonight
'cause Edie
recommended you.
Well, we're
real grateful.
But...
turns out, this L.A. band's
in town.
Don't get your meaning.
They're real hot right now.
Saying we're bumped?
Now hold on a minute,
we just drove
hours to get here.
Tough break.
And we had a deal.
You got something on paper?
Well, I sure don't.
So, so, so...
that's the conversation.
That ain't gonna work.
Boys, go easy.
Don't make me get my g*n.
Look here, where I come from,
a man's word is as good
as a piece of paper.
We ain't where
you're from, hillbilly.
Oh! Oh!
I may seem friendly to you,
but I'm actually dangerous
'cause I'm at the bottom of the
heap, ain't got nothing to lose.
Forget it.
Forget what?
Forget the L.A. band.
♪ When I heard a voice
from the past ♪
♪ Coming from a few rows back ♪
Let's load in, boys.
♪ I couldn't believe
just what I saw... ♪
And you think he
retaliated that night?
Who else would use his g*n?
You...
Kylie.
That Truck was a looker.
I'd never take out someone
fine as him.
Tight alibi.
We may be back.
That crap bitch Kylie!
Kylie being your wife?
Not enough she sh*t me,
she's got to set the law
on me, too.
Your g*n k*lled
Truck Sugar.
And he put your face in
the mud earlier that day.
Kylie told you that, huh?
Yeah.
She told us that.
That crazy tomato.
Look, I tried to push
those boys around,
but that Truck
pushed back.
Hayseeds could fight.
Maybe late night,
you got some beers in you,
found some bravery,
pulled your g*n out.
News flash, fellas--
my g*n was swiped
that night.
You can DNA me,
polygram me.
I did not sh**t
that cowboy.
Then who the hell did, Mitch?
Maybe Kylie.
She approves of
v*olence against men.
She points to him,
he points to her-- fun couple.
Got any new thoughts?
Ask me, those cowboys brought
their own trouble with them.
The squirrelly one,
white cowboy hat...
Dusty.
Disappears during loading.
When he turns back up...
all hell breaks out.
Well, then where the heck is it?
♪ I just want to get a little
more out of my payday ♪
Ah, sh**t. Dusty!
You went and pawned it,
didn't you?
What? No.
You and that damn habit.
Maybe it got stolen.
Just like my boots in Dallas?
And my bolo in Baton Rouge?
We ain't been here an hour
and you already scored?
This is a big night.
Edie's manager
is coming to look at us.
I know.
Yet you couldn't
stay clean for one night?
That's a true problem.
Thing is, Truck, I...
I got jigsawed.
I... bought a bag of
flour or something.
I ain't sorry to hear it.
I need some money.
No.
Come on! You got cash
at that Quick-Stop there!
No.
Soon as we get
our cut tonight,
we're using it
to get the amp back.
sh**t.
I was hoping
for a motel room.
Not with this junkie
cleaning us out.
Don't you call me that.
That's what you are, Dusty,
straight up.
You're always such a hardass.
You're not getting
a red dime off of me.
Now let's rehearse.
* I don't mind the hours *
♪ And the pain
that comes from workin' ♪
♪ But it's enough to k*ll me
when I see my baby hurtin' ♪
♪ Wanna give her
that diamond... ♪
Dude skulked around,
all pissed off.
Up to no good.
For sure.
He needs a fix,
and Truck cuts him off.
Seen murders happen for less.
RUSH:
So Dusty's stealing from his
bandmates to feed his habit?
He's jonesing, needs money.
Truck takes a hard line
with him.
And he knows where that g*n is.
Time to talk to the band.
Looks like we're going
to Nashville.
Uh, who's going to Nashville?
Volunteers?
Tennessee...
Ain't that
a red state?
I try to stay north
of the Mason-Dixon.
I ain't got a belt buckle
big enough for that world.
I've been down there.
I'll... I'll go.
Draw straws
to see who goes with Lil.
Whoever gets the
lucky "T," go home...
...and pack your boots.
Ain't me.
Or me.
Nope.
Cra...
Road trip.
It'll be fun.
There's a lot of good
country radio down there, boy.
Yee-haw.
Oh... well, hi there.
You must be our
Philadelphia visitors.
Uh, right. Lily Rush.
This is Scotty Valens.
Well, I'm Charlene,
and welcome to Nashville.
Can I get you a nice
cup of coffee
or some festive eggnog?
Sure, uh, coffee. Thanks.
Big Daddy, these
are the detectives
from up north.
Oh. Rush and Valens.
Thanks for having us.
They call me Big Daddy.
Okay... Big Daddy.
I started tracking down
your boys from that band.
Dusty Ray's from
here in Nashville,
a session player.
Great.
But Ty Sugar's
out near Knoxville.
I got a work address for him.
Well, I'll take a drive.
I know the way
to Knoxville.
Oh, you do?
You want to
bring Dusty in,
Charlene'll show you
our talk room.
Oh, sure thing.
And if y'all have time,
you'll have to come
to The Runaway Pig with us.
It's a barbecue joint--
we like to unwind there.
Uh, we'll probably be
pretty busy with the case.
Well, suit yourself.
Well, thanks,
Lieutenant Brown.
Oh, you can call him Big Daddy.
Sounds like your habit
was ruling your world
back then, Dusty.
I wasted ten years on that life.
The night Truck d*ed,
he was trying to keep you clean.
But a junkie finds a way.
How'd you score?
I met a gal,
a fiend like me.
Shacked up with her
and her dr*gs.
And who was the girl?
Called herself... Candy Cane,
or something like that.
Truck have any other
run-ins that night?
Just the usual.
Him and Ty.
What, the brothers
had throw-downs?
I grew up with those Sugar boys,
and when they got on,
they got on great.
When they didn't, they fought
like two cats in a bag.
♪ Bedside candle
softly burning ♪
♪ No place we got to go ♪
♪ Ray Price is on the stereo ♪
♪ Sharing love
and words of kindness ♪
♪ My nerves are settled now ♪
♪ The fever's left my brow ♪
♪ And I'm ♪
♪ Counting my lucky stars ♪
♪ Tonight ♪
Back of the room,
Miss Out of Your League.
Oh, Lordy.
♪ Lying in loving arms ♪
♪ And it feels all right ♪
♪ Counting my lucky stars ♪
♪ I hear the b*at
of another heart ♪
♪ Lying in loving arms ♪
♪ Tonight. ♪
Real solid, fellas, real solid.
She's looking again.
Hey, you two,
quit horsing around.
Why don't we close
with that one, boys?
You're doing it again, Truck.
Well, why not?
Well, it's ten minutes
before the show.
It's no time to go
off the rails.
It's a real good song.
We're gonna play
our usual set,
and we're closing
with "Full Deck
of Twos."
Again?
Yeah, again!
Look here.
"Full Deck of Twos"...
sucks.
What?
I'm sorry.
I know you wrote it, and
I know that we've been
playing it a long time.
What the heck's
going on around here?
Let's just try my new song.
Oh, you're a big sh*t now.
You deciding what we do?
I'm just trying
to get us noticed.
Did you start this band, Truck?
Have you been leading
this band for the last
six years, or is that me?!
That's you!
That's right!
But there's three
of us in the band.
Why don't we take a vote?
Fine.
I vote for my song.
And I vote for mine.
So... whose song did you play?
Truck's.
Truth was,
he had the talent, not Ty.
And that was the real rub.
Well, it hurts when your baby
brother outdoes you.
What's this I hear about cops
going to Tennessee
on this case?
Rush and Valens went.
I thought I made myself
clear-- this is my job.[/i]
How is it your job
if it got passed to us?
This may not have been
the grounder you
thought it was.
We had some leads to
follow up down there.
I could've gone.
Ed... I couldn't get you
to go to West Philly
for an interview.
Now you want to drive
to Nashville?
Like I said, the bosses
are breathing down
some heavy fire.
Maybe 'cause you work all day
with one eye on the clock.
I pull my full shift.
And not a minute longer.
Garrett...
I'll keep you in the loop.
Appreciate it, John.
Who's the charmer?
Dead weight the job's
been carrying for years.
Brass is trying to push him out,
but he needs the benefits.
His wife--
She got a problem?
Yeah, she's been in and out
of the puzzle house.
Yeah?
When he runs out of here
at on the dot every night,
he's going home
to take care of her.
You want to give him
his clearance, don't you?
I'll leave it up to you.
Growing up,
Truck and I used to...
listen to the radio
in our mama's kitchen,
dream of being
on the airwaves ourselves.
And now you play for
the early bird crowd.
I-I love the music.
I don't mind
who I play it for.
You and Truck
get along well?
Sure, always.
Even the night he d*ed?
We may have had words.
'Cause I heard your song
got thrown over for Truck's.
Well, I suppose that's true.
Well, it must
have smarted.
Well, my pride got scuffed.
But the bigger thing was
the power shift, right?
Before that, you always
called the sh*ts,
but now, Truck was
going to be the guy.
Ma'am... I was sore
about the song.
I'll say that.
But then
we played it
and damn
if it wasn't a winner.
It get you noticed?
You could say.
Buy you one.
Oh, with your beer
tickets, big spender.
Oh, come on, Ty,
don't stay mad.
It's on the house,
cutie pie.
Oh, my.
What?
Edie's manager's
coming this way.
This could be it,
Truck, this could...
Hey, well...
well, hi, there. Ty Sugar.
Levon Krais.
That guy Dusty's
with you boys, right?
Yes, sir, he is.
He just tried stealing
one of our guitars.
Oh, Lordy.
He was headed outside with it.
Uh, real sorry.
Must have been a mix-up.
How'd you
like the show,
by the way?
It was solid, real solid.
Friggin' Dusty.
EDIE LOWE:
Hey, Philadelphia.
I'm Edie Lowe.
I want to thank the Sugar Boys
for opening up tonight.
In fact,
they got a song I want
to play for you, but, um,
only if Truck Sugar will
come up and do it with me.
Truck here
is a real live cowboy.
Isn't that right?
Yes, ma'am.
Take it away, cowboy.
♪ Like a pebble at her window ♪
♪ She knows I'm back for more ♪
♪ In through the sliding door ♪
♪ Then a rustle at her curtain ♪
♪ I rush to meet her now ♪
♪ We found each other somehow ♪
♪ Counting my lucky stars
tonight ♪
♪ Lying in loving arms ♪
♪ And it feels all right ♪
♪ Counting my lucky stars ♪
♪ I hear the b*at
of another heart ♪
♪ Lying in loving arms tonight ♪
♪ My nerves
are settled now ♪
♪ She does that
for me somehow ♪
♪ Counting my lucky stars
tonight ♪
♪ Lying in loving arms ♪
♪ And it feels...
it feels all right ♪
♪ It feels all right ♪
♪ Counting my lucky stars ♪
♪ I hear the b*at
of another heart ♪
♪ I'm lying in loving arms
tonight ♪
♪ And it feels all right ♪
♪ And it feels
all right ♪
♪ And it feels all right ♪
♪ And it feels all right ♪
♪ And it feels all right. ♪
Who was the woman?
Uh, that was Honey Sugar,
his missus.
All the way from Tennessee.
Lucille Sugar?
I go by "Honey."
Philadelphia Homicide.
It's about your
late husband Truck.
You have a Perrier?
Fresh out.
We're looking into
Truck Sugar's death.
I knew Truck.
That's why you're here.
Truck was supposed[/i]
to be buried up here
on the farm.
Family plot's
under that old oak.
We're trying to piece together
his last night in Philly.
You know the pop star
Edie Lowe?
I see her in magazines.
All glitter, eye shadow
and push-up bras.
That's her.
Gal could sing
before she went
all phony.
Now she's just cheap
Christmas trash.
Must have hated seeing
Truck up there on that
stage with her then
when you showed up
that night?
Yeah, his wife was there.[/i]
She marched him outside
and her claws were out.
Makes sense, right?
She's the wife.
Possession's nine-tenths
of the law.
You saying you
possessed Truck?
I admit,
I got in my pickup that day
planning to beg him back.
Something change your mind?
Yeah.
The drive.
Nothing like the open road
to make you realize
what you really want is freedom.
So why not turn around,
go on home?
I wanted to see him.
Not to save us.
No?
To say good-bye.
So what's this, around nine,
ten?
Lost track some time ago.
You been my girl for
a long time now, Honey.
But we both know
something's broken.
And I don't want us
to freeze up.
Things were right
for a good long stretch.
Since the tenth grade.
But I want to be on
the farm with my horses
and you want
to be out here.
Saying you're done
with me, Honey?
We ain't kids,
but we ain't old either.
So if this ain't
the right life,
I want to go get
another.
Me, too, I guess.
When I write a song...
I always think about
how you'll like it.
So now you'll write
for a new girl.
I saw her in their, Truck.
She ain't nothin' like you.
She's a Northern gal.
Seems like that's what
you want now.
One last dance.
I sure loved you.
I know.
♪ With every bittersweet kiss,
girl, you tempt me ♪
♪ Asking if I want
to let you go ♪
♪ I do, but I don't ♪
That's why I left his body
up north.
That's where his heart was.
That was the end of them[/i]
and the beginning of us.
Truck actually
say that?
He didn't have to,
'cause she left
and he came right to me.
Troue with your wife?
No trouble.
She's heading on home.
You saying you in
the clear, Truck Sugar?
I guess I am.
Hey.
Talk to him?
I waited for you.
How'd you like to open
for Edie regular?
Yeah, and record
that song, you and me?
Just have to cut
the one guy loose,
bass player.
Bass player?
That's my brother.
Oh.
Yeah.
Ty Sugar.
You know, the Sugar Boys?
Look,
he doesn't have
the chops.
Maybe he ain't as good as Dusty,
all right...
Dusty's got it. We want him.
But not Ty?
Think about it.
Ty started the band.
Sure.
He'd be wrecked.
Well, it's tough choices.
I guess it comes down to
who do you want to be.
Truck Sugar who followed
his talent or not.
I guess I got to pick a road.
♪ I knew she'd leave,
but I didn't know when... ♪
So which way did he go?
He decided that night
who he wanted to be.
He was coming with me.
And leaving his brother
in the dust.
Oh, hi, there,
Detective Rush.
Hi, there, Charlene.
We were just, uh..
Oh, I was just pushing off.
So... night now.
Uh, yeah, night.
Oh, you're just cheap Christmas
trash, aren't you?
Look, Southern people,
they're just so... friendly.
And you didn't want
to come to Tennessee.
Look, Lil, how about
we make a pact here?
What happens in Nashville
stays in Nashville?
Exactly that.
Scotty Valens,
back in the saddle.
I haven't gone out
in, like, a year.
RUSH:
Mm-hmm.
Hey.
Yeah?
When were you ever in Knoxville?
When I was .
Almost got hitched there.
No kidding?
I drove by the courthouse
yesterday
just to see it again.
You know, my theory
about, uh...
getting married?
Yeah?
Just may not be in the cards
for us.
Why not?
We're cops.
You know... every good cop
I know is a lone wolf.
Mm...
I've noticed that, too.
Well, so...
So...
So maybe all we're going to have
in life is... Charlenes.
You know, not that the Charlenes
are so bad.
Better get some aspirin.
Oh, the vending machine
has some.
Anyway...
Night.
Night, Scotty.
feels like t it, Ty?
Being bad at what you want
to be good at?
I don't follow, ma'am.
Music-- you were okay,
but not special,
like Truck.
I taught that boy
every note he played.
Must have cut even deeper then
when he made that tough choice.
I don't know what you mean?
People k*ll
for a handful of reasons--
love and money
are the top two.
Jealousy's a close third.
I wasn't jealous of Truck.
Even when he said
you weren't good enough
and kicked you out of the band?
He... didn't do that.
The boys up north
have been talking to Edie Lowe.
Truck bounced you, Ty,
that night.
Some things are personal, okay?
Not okay.
We're going to start
this interview over.
You all right with that,
little sister?
I'm all right wi that,
Big Daddy.
You start talking about
how that conversation went
when your baby brother
gave you the shove-off.
Ye sir.
Yes, ma'am.
♪ I don't know why I act
the way I do ♪
Ah, sh**t. Dusty!
There's nothing left in here
to take!
It's Truck.
You want to sleep in here,
Truck?
You want me to
move on over?
Nah, I just want to talk
a little bit.
Well, have a seat.
♪ I got a life
that most would love to have ♪
It's pretty rough, Ty.
Okay.
See, that manager took
an interest in my song.
Well, I'm not surprised.
And he wants us to record it.
Well, my, my.
But there's a hitch.
♪ The urge to run,
the restlessness ♪
♪ The heart of stone
I sometimes get ♪
I know, Truck...
I know what you're going to say.
You do?
And it's okay.
I saw this day coming.
I didn't.
Look here...
I'll always have music.
It doesn't matter if I'm playing
a beer joint
or the Grand Ole Opry,
I will play.
'Cause I love it.
But I don't got
to hold you back.
What about The Sugar Boys?
That'll be where
you started.
Are you sure, Ty?
You sure it's okay?
You just remember
where you come from.
Remember that music
in Mama's kitchen, right?
Right.
♪ I guess that's just
the cowboy in me ♪
I'm gonna drive on
home tomorrow, okay?
And I'll just...
I'll see ya when I see ya.
Thanks, Ty.
Hey...
Hey, Truck.
I'll be rooting for you.
Someone's got a chance
to rise up,
you... got to get
out of the way.
Where's Dusty all this time?
Last I saw, he was
headed to a pawn shop.
What was he pawning?
Anything,
to get his drug money.
I thought he went home
with a girl for that.
Someone named...
Candy Cane?
Candy Cane ain't a girl.
That's what he
called his heroin.
Every city
we'd play in,
he'd go out to find
Candy Cane.
So Dusty's alibi is blown out.
His one-night stand
didn't exist.
Called the pawn shop.
Guy remembers him
bringing in that amp.
And even better, confirms
he came back late at night
offering up a g*n.
What kind of g*n?
Kind of g*n
can't be pawned.
'Cause the serial
number was filed off.
That's our w*apon.
Guy turned him away.
Dusty's desperate--
no money, no dr*gs.
Just the g*n that
k*lled our cowboy.
Junk will sink
you every time.
Let's call the posse.
We got to talk about[/i]
Candy Cane again.
I told you
I only knew her the one night.
No, you wasted
ten years with her.
There was
no Candy Cane.
On room for girls in your
love affair with heroin, right?
I already said I was an addict.
Stealing to feed your habit,
but you couldn't get your hands
on any more amps or guitars
that night, could you?
But there was that g*n
behind the bar.
I never saw that g*n.
And no sale
at the pawn shop though.
I don't know what
you're saying.
The guy who worked there
ID'd you, Dusty.
Must have mixed me up
with somebody else.
How many guys you figure
are in North Philly
at : a.m. wearing
a white cowboy hat?
You went back to Truck.
You were going to get some
money... no matter what.
He was always such a hard-ass.
Denied you right up to the end.
He was just trying to save me.
All I could see was
someone in my way.
♪ In my hometown ♪
♪ For anyone who sticks around ♪
♪ You're either lost
or you're found ♪
♪ It's not much in between ♪
You talk to your brother?
Yeah.
We're square.
So?
So...
I'm going home.
You wanna...
Lead on.
Hey.
Hey. You heard?
Three of us are
hitting the road.
You're saying
no more
sleeping in that van,
scraping around
for cash?
No more.
Well, that's good.
Real good, just...
that's just about washed me up.
Levon's got lots
of good ideas.
I know you boys are
going to clean up good.
Darlin', this is cleaned up.
Well, he thinks
you might
need a touch more city in ya.
Might have to lose
that hat once and for all.
Lose it?
Yeah, and maybe
the steel guitar,
fiddle.
Why?
Get a little closer
to pop than country.
Sure.
Sure, we can do that.
EDIE:
Yeah.
We're boys who grew up
with country.
It's what our songs are,
that's our story.
It's just packaging.
It's how you make it.
sh**t, Truck.
This is our chance.
You know, you were right, Edie.
It comes down
to who do you want to be.
And I want to be Truck Sugar
from East Tennessee.
Lordy.
Brother to Ty, who started our
little band, The Sugar Boys,
because we love the music
we heard in our mama's kitchen.
We ain't blowin' this, Truck.
And husband to Honey.
If she'll have me back.
You're a real live cowboy,
aren't you?
Yes, ma'am.
This is crazy.
This is what
we've been waitin' for.
This ain't the way, Dusty.
Yes, it is. Yes it is.
Whoa, whoa, hey, whoa.
Don't be a fool.
You listen to me.
You're going to
give me some cash
right now, and we're going
to say yes to this deal.
This ain't you, Dusty.
Give me some bills, Truck,
I mean it.
You've lost your way
in that junk.
We'll be free and clear.
I'm going to help you, Dusty.
We're both going
to find our way back.
Out of my way.
No chance, cowboy,
we're going home.
Truck. Truck, Truck,
Truck, Truck.
I wasn't part of this.
I wasn't here.
♪ This is for the nobody ♪
♪ The one in the crowd
who's got a ♪
♪ Lost look on his face ♪
♪ And this is
for the downtrodden ♪
♪ The one that the world's
forgotten ♪
♪ Waitin' on a better day ♪
♪ Well, I'm in no position
to judge 'em ♪
♪ Well, heaven knows
they're just like me ♪
♪ And I'm not alone ♪
♪ Knowing how it feels ♪
♪ To pray to God and sometimes
wonder if He's real ♪
♪ 'Cause I got friend that do ♪
♪ And this is
for the lost junkie ♪
♪ Who spends all his
hard-earned money ♪
♪ On something that he hates ♪
♪ And this is for
the found guilty ♪
♪ Who ain't gettin' out
until he ♪
♪ Pays his debt to the state ♪
♪ Well, I'm in no position
to judge 'em ♪
♪ Why heaven knows
it could have been me ♪
♪ And I may not know ♪
♪ What it's like
to lose your job ♪
♪ 'Cause a habit's got you
gripped too tight
♪ And I may not know ♪
♪ How it feels ♪
♪ To lay your head down on a
prison bed in a world of steel ♪
♪ I got friends that do ♪
♪ Yeah, I got friends that do ♪
♪ This is for yours truly ♪
♪ Just a little verse
to remind me ♪
♪ We've all got somewhere
to turn ♪
♪ And I may not know
what it's like ♪
♪ To send my only son to save
the world and watch him die ♪
♪ And I may not know
how it feels ♪
♪ To hang there on the cross
to prove that love is real ♪
♪ But I got friends that do ♪
Yeah, I got friends that do *
♪ Yeah, I got friends that do ♪
♪ You know we all got
friends that do. ♪