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[Trinity]

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Haaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!

[Ozark Tracker]

Trinity rides until the steam is almost used up in the steam traction engine and then asks when he can ride again, as he hops off he tells everybody he learned that from a fellar he met one time

The Cowboy in the Continental Suit
   ------Marty Robbins

Well, he walks out in the arena
All dressed up to the brim
Said he'd just came down from a place
Called "Highland Rim"
Well, he said he came to ride the horse
The one they call "The Brute"
But he didn't look like a cowboy
In his Continental Suit

We snickered at the way he dressed
But he never said a word
He walks on by the rest of us
As if he hadn't heard
A thousand bucks went to the man
Who could ride this wild cayuse
A meaner horse was never born
Than the one they called "The Brute"

The horse that he was looking for
Was in chute number eight
He walked up very slowly
Put his hand upon the gate
We knew he was a thoroughbred
When he pulled his sack of "Dukes"
From the inside pocket
Of his Continental Suit

Well, he rolled hisself a "Corley"
And he lit it standing there
Blew himself a smoke ring
And he watched it disappear
We thought he must be crazy
When he opened up the gate
Standing just inside was
Fifeteen hundred pounds of hate

The Buckskin tried to run him down
But the stranger was too quick
He stepped aside and threw his arms
Around the horse's neck
And pulled himself up on the back
Of the horse they called "The Brute"
Sit like he was born there
In his Continental Suit

"The Brute's" hind-end was in the air
His front end on the ground
Kickin' and a-squealin', tryin' to
Shake this stranger down
But the stranger didn't give an inch
He came to ride "The Brute"
And he came to ride the Buckskin
In a Continental Suit

Well, I turned around to look at Jim
And he was watchin' me
He said, "I don't believe
The crazy things I think I see
But I think I see the outlaw
The one they call "The Brute"
Ridden by a cowboy
In a Continental Suit"

"The Brute" came to a stand-still
Ashamed that he'd been rode
By a city cowboy in
Some Continental clothes
The stranger took his money
And we don't know where he went
We don't know where he came from
And we haven't seen him since

The moral of this story:
Never judge by what they wear
Underneath some ragged clothes
Could be a millionaire
Everybody listen
Don't be fooled by this galoot
This sure-'nough bronc buster
In a Continental Suit

[Delmonico]

Delmonico shovells in a bunch more coal and Trinity ends up in the hayloft.

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
Which he spent like they was goin' outa style
And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse,
Searchin' for a shrine he's never found
Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse,
Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down

He's a poet, he's a picker
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.

He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
And he's traded in tomorrow for today
Runnin' from his devils, Lord, and reachin' for the stars,
And losin' all he's loved along the way
But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse,
And all he ever gets is older and around
From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse,
The goin' up was worth the comin' down

He's a poet, he's a picker
He's a prophet, he's a pusher
He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin' ev'ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
There's a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.

<Author's Note:  Is anyone warped enough besides my to know what Movie this Kris Kristoferson song is the theme to, hint, Gene Hackman was the Co-Star. >

[Trinity]

"That was a heap-a fun!  Ah wanna rahd agin!"

[Delmonico]

Delmonico says, give me a few minutes and he shovels in the coal and fills it up with water and the foooney-graph plays on.
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

[Ozark Tracker]

Trinity has done found something he's really good at, so he starts looking through the notices to see if any Wild West Shows are anywhere close around,   He'll go and ride one of the wild bulls fer money.

[Trinity]

"Ah lahk the ones painted ernge tha best."

[Delmonico]

As Trinity climbs on, the steam pressure gauge on The Steam Traction Engine is up in the red zone and the bailin' twine Delmonico has tied the saftey valve down with is strained.

was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive.

I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still.

I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around and around and
around and around

I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again..


(I did a Wille, a Waylon, a Kris and a Johnny song, figured I better do this one.)

[Delmonico]

Delmonico kicks in the clutch and as Trinity goes throught the roof of the barn, some Guy comes up on the pfoney-grapf.

Well, he was wino, tried and true.
Done about everything there is to do.
He worked on freighters, an' he'd worked in bars.
He worked on farms, an' he'd worked on cars.
It was white port that put that look in his eye,
Grown men get when they need to cry.
We sat down on the curb to rest,
And his head just fell down on his chest.

He says: "Every single day it gets,
"Just a little bit harder to handle and yet. . ."
Then he lost the thread and his mind got cluttered,
And the words just rolled off down the gutter.

Well, he was elevator man in a cheap hotel,
In exchange for the rent on a one room cell.
An' he's old: years beyond his time,
No thanks to the world, and the white port wine.

So he said: "Son." He always called me son.
Said: "Life for you has just begun."
An' then he told me the story I'd heard before
How he fell in love with a Dallas whore.

Now, he could cut through the years to the very night,
When it ended in a whore house fight.
And she turned his last proposal down,
In favor of being a girl about town.

Now it's been seventeen years, right in line,
He ain't been straight in none of the time.
It's too many days of fightin' the weather,
An' too many nights of not being together.
So he died.

Instrumental break.

An' when they went through his personal effects,
In among the stubs from the welfare checks,
Was a crumblin' picture of a girl in a door,
An' an address in Dallas, and nothin' more.

An' the welfare people provided the priest,
A couple from the mission down the street,
Sang "Amazing Grace", and no one cried,
'Cept some lady in black, way off to the side.

We all left and she's standing there,
A black veil covering her silver hair.
Ol' One-Eyed John said her name was Alice,
An' she used to be a whore in Dallas.

So let him roar, Lord, let him roll.
I bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his soul.
Just you let him roll, Lord, let him roar
He always said that heaven
Was just a Dallas whore.

Just you let him roar, Lord, let him roll.
I bet he's gone to Dallas, rest his soul.

[Trinity]

Trinity comes back down and lands on the phonograph, crushing it.

[Delmonico]

Delmonico pulls out a spare one and plays a slow sad song.


He said I'll love you 'til I die
She told him you'll forget in time
As the years went slowly by
She still preyed upon his mind

He kept her picture on his wall
Went half crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all
Hoping she'd come back again

Kept some letters by his bed
Dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single I love you

I went to see him just today
Oh but I didn't see no tears
All dressed up to go away
First time I'd seen him smile in years

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

(Spoken)
You know she came to see him one last time
Oh and we all wondered if she would
And it kept running through my mind
This time he's over her for good

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

[Delmonico]

And Delmonico plays one more afore he closes.

If I could roll back the years
Back when I was young and limber
Loose as ashes in the wind
I had no irons in the fire
I could ride them wild young broncos
The adrenaline came quickly
And Juanita down at Mona's
Was my only hearts desire

And the sighing of the pines
Up here near the timberline
Makes me wish I'd done things different
Oh, but wishing don't make it so
Oh the time has passed so quick
The years all run together now
Did I hold Juanita yesterday
Or was it fifty years ago

We were living for the moment
And the sunlight on my silver bits
The ringing of my jinglebobs
Was the music of my soul
In the alley back of Mona's
I held Juanita in the shadows
How we held on to each other
And the lovin' that we stole

And the sighing of the pines
Up here near the timberline
Makes me wish I'd done things different
Oh, but wishing don't make it so
Oh the time has passed so quick
The years all run together now
Did I hold Juanita yesterday
Or was it fifty years ago

If I would have quit them broncos
She might have quit that business
But that was back in the fast days
You know before the wire
I bet I could still find her
Bet she's still as pretty
As when she's Juanita down at Mona's
And my only heart's desire

And the sighing of the pines
Up here near the timberline
Makes me wish I'd done things different
Oh, but wishing don't make it so
Oh the time has passed so quick
The years all run together now
Did I hold Juanita yesterday
Or was it fifty years ago

And the sighing of the pines
Up here near the timberline
Makes me wish I'd done things different
Oh, but wishing don't make it so
Oh the time has passed so quick
The years all run together now
Did I hold Juanita yesterday
Or was it fifty years ago

[Delmonico]

Ozark, ya might make some hatbands out a some of them feathers, bet we could sell them here.

[Ozark Tracker]

we got enough of em to make some,   I gathered up a 5 gallon bucket fer Arcey the other day when they went out. l

let'em dry out a little before sending em.

[Trinity]

Trinity rides the merry-go-round one last time and retires to the kitchen to see what's to eat.

[Ozark Tracker]

after eating Trinity joins the other men on the porch, everybody passes around the jug and relaxes

[Trinity]

Trinity takes his place in the hammock and swings as he drinks.  "Shaw is a nahce naht"

[Ozark Tracker]

with everybody relaxing on the porch, talk turns to the weather,  the cold will be setting in fore long,  won't be no more swims in the Dismal fer awhile

[Sod Buster]

with everybody relaxing on the porch, talk turns to the weather,  the cold will be setting in fore long,  won't be no more swims in the Dismal fer awhile

Meanwhile, work continues at Sod Buster's place.  Most vegetables have been harvested but it continues for tomatos, pumpkins, and sweet potatoes. Peanut digging have begun, but yields have not been promising.  Other farm activities this week included planting small grains, sampling soils, repairing fences, and planting strawberries.

[Ozark Tracker]

Meanwhile, work continues at Sod Buster's place.  Most vegetables have been harvested but it continues for tomatos, pumpkins, and sweet potatoes. Peanut digging hafe begun, but yields have not been promising.  Other farm activities this week included planting small grains, sampling soils, repairing fences, and planting strawberries.

got about an acre of trunips planted and about 8 inches tall, fer me and the deer,  looks really good so far.