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[ROOSTER CROWS]

[HORSE WHINNIES]

[YAWNING]

Shit.

[ENGINE STARTING AND FAILING]

[ENGINE STARTS]

RADIO DJ:
Hi, y'all.

This is KFAW, a rap Louisiana.

Goin' off country,

and now we're going to play
some Dr. John.

♪ Been a coonass
All of my life, man ♪

♪ Down in Louisiana
Cajun country ♪

♪ Raising a race horse To win ♪

♪ Then we're rich and blow
All our money ♪

♪ This coonass Coonass ♪

♪ Damn fool we're broke again ♪

♪ That's a coonass
Damn fool we're broke again ♪

♪ That's livin' in Louisiana
Always bein' poor ♪

♪ Trap me a rat
Big bowl of shrimp ♪

♪ And oysters
For the big gumbo ♪

♪ 'Cause a coonass ♪

[SINGS IN FRENCH]

♪ A coonass on the bayou ♪

♪ Coonass down on the bayou ♪

[ENGINE FAILS]

ANNOUNCER:
A reminder horse fans,
in three weeks' time,

we have the annual running

of the Cajun Quarter Horse Flat.

Open to any quarter-horse,
any age, born in Louisiana.

The distance is one quarter
mile and pays $1300.

That's the 23rd
of this month, horsemen.

You come along and get
your horses entered today.

Mr. Beaudry wants
to match his coonass meat

to anything 3 years old or over.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Clear the way, people.
Clear the way.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SHOUTING]

Come on, baby!
Come on, baby!

Deal them,
Mr. Bourdelle.

[SPEAKS FRENCH]

[SPEAKS FRENCH]

Want to play pool?
Nickel a game?

Nah.

Checkers?

I'm broke, Casey.

We could pitch pennies.

I could loan you a penny.

We could keep a tab.

Are you riding

Jimmy Collard's
filly in the fifth?

What of it?

She's a good one.

She's lame. I don't want you
riding a lame horse.

Hey, dad.
She's got no competition.

She's going to win.
She's going to win easy.

She shouldn't run.
You run a hurting horse,

the legs break down,
you kill it.

I don't want you part of it!

Part of what?

None of your business.

I'll bet five.

When's Buddy coming home?

You ain't riding that horse.

Buddy'll be home
Monday, Squirrel,

with a light-blue coat, I hope.

Hey, Coonass.
What do you say?

Hey, Mr. Marsh!

When did they let you
out of New Mexico,

and what'd they set the bail at?

Haven't been here
since last week.

Can I have a beer, please?

I heard you were training
for Tom Patterson.

How come you're not
staying in Ruidoso summers?

I got six of his horses
at Evangeline.

Six old nags that couldn't
cut it at Ruidoso?

What're you doing?
I bet you 20.

About like that, yeah.

Have you got your kid
a decent horse yet?

Why? You got something
you want to sell?

I'll match anything
you got her on.

Come on, Lloyd.

You haven't had your hands
on anything with speed

since your wife ran off.

You got it.

Come on, Mr. Marsh.

Where you going?

Talk a little business out here.

What kind of business?

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

Here she is.

What?

This is it.

You going to match me with that?

With that.

What distance?

At 200 yards,

Gypsy can beat The Wrath of God.

Yeah, okay.
Annie...

Come over here.

Okay. You're on.

That horse is at least

six hands taller
than Gypsy, Dad.

Yeah, but look...
Your kid is heavier.

Look at this here.
Come on.

That mare's built
like La Machine.

$100, 200 yards.

Is that too steep for you?

Come on.

Don't do it.

What did you say, Casey?

At 200 yards,

Gypsy can beat anything
on four legs.

All right, $200 to the winner.

That's the bet.
Running the rails.

Next race ain't for an hour.

Let's go.

Come on.

Bonne chance, boy.

Bien merci.

Come on.

I don't suppose you know
how to play pool.

I only play for money.

Same here.

Where you headed
after Evangeline?

Oh, Sunland Park...

some of the Texas Futurities,
you know.

Patterson paid
for all that moving?

You kidding?
He got us a mobile home.

That's no life for
that little girl,

unsettled like that.

Hey, look at her go!

Jesus Christ!

Goddamn it, Bourdelle...
a live jockey. Come on.

That's the best live jockey
in the business.

You'll get your money
sooner out of a rock, boy.

I know.

Kelly!

Let's go to New Orleans

and blow it on broads and booze.

Daddy let him get away
without paying.

He didn't do anything...
Just stood there.

You've got to be kidding.

I can't help it.

I want to lose Eager Leader.

Put him in
the lowest claiming level,

and get rid of him.

I don't believe this is
the right time, Calvin.

But I'm tired of supporting him.

Run him for 800.

I believe that that horse
can win at the $1,200 level,

and there's a race like that
next week.

You want to keep him around

to collect the training fee.

I want to lose him.

Calvin, what you lack is faith.

No, what I lack is cash.

[CAR HORN HONKS]

Welcome home!

How you doing?

Hey, Squirrel.

Hey Buddy!

You been keeping out of trouble?

Mostly, I guess.
Some of the time.

Yeah, I bet.

I'll race you to the gate.

Buddy!

Watch out, kid.
Watch out, Casey, goddamn it.

Okay.

Take this in the house.

These are for you.

Hi, Buddy.

Dad... Calvin.

How'd the truck do?

Good. Burned some oil.

Aside from that, runs real good.

Better be something with speed.

It will be.
Buddy's no fool.

Okay, mama, let's go. Easy.

Holy gumbo, man.

A two-year-old Alwanna.

What am I going to do with her,

a 100-year-old brood mare?

I could have bought
you a colt, Calvin,

but I come across this deal

and I just couldn't pass it up.

I wouldn't have
given you cash money

if I had known you weren't
going out there yourself.

I'm telling you, man.

This mare is
the buy of the century.

$1,800's all I had to pay,
Calvin.

Here's your change, your papers.

Take a look.

Look, that money was for a colt
that I can run this year.

I'm taking y'all to court,
that's what I'm doing.

Dad, she's in foal to Sure Hit.

Mm?

She's in foal to Sure Hit.

Where does it say that?

Right there.

Is that this animal?

363-233.

That's it.

It matches.
I'll be damned.

Wait a minute, Buddy.

Wait a minute.

It costs $6,000 just
to breed to Sure Hit.

So... man's a crook.

He was also drunk,
but he signed the papers.

It's a valid sale.

What kind of crook?

Did he steal the semen?

Yeah, that's close.

These papers all right?

They're all right.

I checked them out myself.

You know what this means Calvin?

Come here.

Sure Hit is the finest
producing stud alive.

There's never been

a Sure Hit foal
in Louisiana ever.

And Buddy's got you one coming

for a lousy $1,800.

This is the buy of the century,

I guarantee that.

I can't see it.

All I can see is

two years,
this mare'll be in your barn.

Two years the mare and the colt

will be out in there
in your pasture eating,

and I got to pay for it.

All my money going out
and none coming in.

Fine. We'll give you
the $1,800 back

right now, Calvin.
Right this instant.

Yeah.

$1,900.

That's $100 profit
in two minutes.

You can't do better than that.

Take it, Calvin.

You'll be doing us a favor, man.

No. You don't have no $1,900.

Look, if this is
some kind of hustle,

you and me are finished,
and I'm taking all of my horses

out of your barn, and I mean it.

This is not a hustle?

Dad, this mare's
in foal to Sure Hit.

♪ Been a coonass
All of my life, man ♪

♪ Down in Louisiana
Cajun country ♪

♪ Raising a race horse To win ♪

♪ Then we're rich and blow
All our money ♪

♪ This coonass Coonass ♪

♪ That's a coonass
Damn fool we're broke again ♪

♪ That's a coonass
Damn fool we're broke again ♪

T-H-E... "Duh"

C-H-I-L-D...
"Chil'."

"Duh chil'."
Got dat?

There's got to be some changes
made around here, you know?

Yeah, like somebody
aside from me's

going to clean up
this stink hole.

I'm leaving home
at 4:30 a.m., every a.m.

I'm at the track
5:00 to 9:00 exercising.

School from
9:00 to 3:00,

and back at the track
from 7:00 p.m. to 11:00.

I'll be 106 before I get laid.

Count your blessings.

"Duh chil'".

Read that, Casey...

I need some time off.

Take time off and Casey
goes to school without shoes.

You ought to go on welfare.

Welfare's for lazy bums.

I'd sell my private parts
to medical research

before I went on welfare.

"Duh chil'."

♪ And I'm coonass
I'm a true coonass, me ♪

♪ Live by you Die by you ♪

♪ Bayou water in my veins ♪

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

♪ True coonass, me ♪

Ow!

What do you mean you can't?
That's easy.

There are no plates.

How the hell am I supposed
to put dinner on the table

without no goddamn plates!

Randy put them in the bathtub.

Randy, you dumb-ass!

Whoa!
I'm going to kill you, boy.

Come here, coonass.

Kick his ass, Randy.

Come on, Buddy.
Come on, Buddy.

Come on, Buddy.
Come on, Buddy.

You're getting it now, coonass.

Get him, Buddy.
Get him, Buddy.

Get him, Buddy.

Come on, Buddy.
Get him.

Whoa!

Come on, Buddy.
Come on, Buddy.

Come on, Buddy.
Kick his ass.

Dunk him, Buddy!
Dunk him, Buddy!

[CHEERING]

[HORSE NEIGHING]

Well, home free.

Almost.

Dad, her gums are white.

Call the vet.

Call him.

Bleeding inside.

I don't know.

She may not make it.

[FOAL WHINNIES]

He's at another call.

He can't come.

Four white socks.
Didn't have my luck.

Is the mare going to die?

No!

It probably is.

No!

Is the colt going to live?

One, you buy him.

Two, you try him.

Three, you pass him.

Four white socks
and a sniveling nose,

cut off his hide,
feed him to the crows.

Why?

White socks mean white hooves.

White hooves are salt
for black hooves.

Splits sooner running.

You mean you're just
going to let him die?

Collard's got a mare with a colt

ready to be weaned.

I don't know how much milk
she's got left,

but it'd better than nothing.

I've seen colts kicked to death

by foster mamas.

Maybe a draft mare.

Maybe the colt's got
a chance to survive

with a draft mare.

Dad, we need a mare now.

colt ought to be
on its feet and nursing

within an hour of being birthed,

and that little guy's
been lying there,

what... five hours?

We could use Gypsy.

You can't raise a racehorse

off a pony.

Remember Manly Choice?

He was raised off a draft mare.

Had so much milk,

he used to walk around
with his belly out to here.

Had to rest an hour after eating
just to be able to walk.

Never amounted to much, though.

Orphan colts never do.

Gypsy'll make enough milk,

and she won't kick him to death.

She'll love him,

and that's important.

Why can't you raise
a racehorse off a pony?

Ooh. Okay.

Keep her steady, kid.

Gypsy, you've got to.
He's going to die.

Ooh, pretty baby.

Atta boy.
Easy now.

Come on.
Let's go see mama.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.
Let's go.

Let's go see mama.
Come on.

Atta boy.

Come on. Come on.

Atta baby. Come on.

You know.

Atta boy.

Easy, Gyp.

Atta boy.

Real good.

Good girl, Gypsy.

Good girl.

All right.

♪ ♪

[COLT WHINNIES]

What's his problem?

He wants his mother.

♪ ♪

Whoo! He's walking
real good.

Watch this.

Casey taught him this yesterday.

How old...

Are you watching this?

I'm watching this.

Hey, how old are you, kid?

Atta boy!

Okay, take a bow.

Take a bow.

That... atta boy.

We're going to have to sell him
as an overgrown dog, you know.

What do you mean?

Well, you guys

are playing with him
all the time.

He's got to be tough to run.

He's never going to run.

You've got to be hard.
Can't be a pussy cat.

Are you good
for nothing but glue

and dog food, kid?

No.

Buddy says he won't run
if we keep teaching him tricks.

Might be right.

Take him back to the barn.

He's not right.
I know he's not.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

What the hell is he doing?

Go. Go. Go. Go.
Go. Go. Go. Go.

What the hell is he doing?

Casey, slow down.
Casey, slow down.

Slow down, Casey.
Hold him up.

I'll kill that... Goddamn it!

Good boy.

Casey, damn it.

Don't you know better than that?

Most likely, you just
broke him down!

Sure showed some speed,
though, didn't he? Jesus!

His bones ain't finished.
Ain't knitted.

His knees ain't closed.

He ain't ready
for running like that.

But he can is what I'm saying.

What's the good of that

if his legs
are nothing but splinters?

You damn fool stupid kid!

Hey, ease up.

Ease up? Hasn't he
been around here long enough

to know better than
to blow out a baby?

What am I running here,
a home for morons?

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?
You're always sorry.

That's not good enough.
Here, you take him.

You wash him down.
You wrap his legs.

You walk him around.
You clean out the barn.

And if he comes up
lame tomorrow,

you'd better come up
with a fitting

punishment for yourself,

like maybe we ought
to carve you up for dinner.

Yes, sir.

You awake?

No, sir.

Well, wake up a minute.

We're not going
to carve you up, Casey.

We're going to hang you
and smoke you.

The meat'll taste better then.

Was that supposed to be funny?

Yes.
Well, it wasn't.

Well, what'll I say instead?

That it won't matter
all that much

if he's lame tomorrow.

I'll go you one better.

If he's lame tomorrow,
I'll make him sound.

You can't.

You can.

Usually, with a colt
this young, you can.

The muscles heal quickly,

and the bones knit
in no time at all.

Now, you go to sleep, now,

and if you ever
blow him out again, ever,

I will hang you and smoke you

and eat you for breakfast.

Can you sleep now?
Yes, sir.

I've been filling out
his registration papers.

We're going to call him
Casey's Shadow,

if it's all right with you.

Sound as a drum.

Lucked out this time,
didn't you?

Yes, sir.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Morning, Mrs. Blue.
Morning.

Good morning.

Little man, half-mile.

Hey, Coonass.

Oh, boy!

Well, well.

I thought it was
the Rhinestone Cowboy.

Howdy, Buddy.
Mr. Marsh.

What brings you back
to Cajun country?

We'd heard you were top honcho

for Tom Patterson this year.

Just down for the Lafayette
Futurity, that's all.

What's that?

Remember?
From two years ago?

That's the $200 I owe you.

I pay my debts...

Eventually.

Give me 50 cents, Dad.

What for?

I'm starving.

You play Mike Marsh's daughter,

she'll cream you.

She will not.

I'm just going to get me
something to eat,

for God's sake.

How come you never believe me?

He sure wants to run.

Track's real soft.

What you saying, Buddy?

Wouldn't hurt.

The track's got a good cushion.

All right.
Start him easy.

All right!
Go get him, Shadow!

Come on, Shadow.
Come on.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Go get him, Shadow!
Come on.

Jesus H. Christ.

All right!
All right! All right!

Whoo!

Jesus H. Christ!

Whose colt's that your boy's on?

Sure moves, don't he?

Whoo! What price
you got on him?

Raised him myself.

Mr. Patterson'll
give you, maybe,

$30,000 for that horse,
maybe more.

He's not for sale!

Think about it, Lloyd.

He's not for sale.

Coonass!

What's your name?

Randy Bourdelle.

I like the way you ride.

Thank you, ma'am.

Do you ride this colt
all the time?

Yes, ma'am, him and four others.

My dad's a trainer.

The colt's not even blowing.

Your dad's brought him
along real nice.

Yes, ma'am.

He looks like Sure Hit.

Sure Hit's his daddy.

Yeah?

Well, he moves like Sure Hit.

Got that solid shoulder line,
the heavy hindquarters.

I don't like
these quarter horses

look like string beans.

I like me
a tie-pin quarter horse.

I like anything with speed.

Well, you're sitting on that.

Why don't you put
a price on him?

You see that stride, Buddy?

Yeah, straight
as an arrow, but...

He broke hard and fast.

Yeah, I know, but Mike Marsh...

I never had a horse
as good as this.

I've never been near
a horse as good as this.

Hey Norm, what'd he do?

18:30, Lloyd.

Hear that? 18:30.

Might be the best
there is, this horse.

True, but, Dad,

Mike Marsh is talking
real money,

not some dream, you know?

I'm going to bring him
along slow and easy,

build up leg muscles.

Dad, you know, for $30,000,

you could get a new truck,

and Randy could maybe go
to California to ride.

I'm going to build
in this horse, son,

the desire to win.

That's the hardest thing
to teach a horse,

to want to win
bad enough to win.

Yeah, spare me, will you?

You've got no food in the house.

I'll put the rest in the bank.

Son, that horse
ain't mine to sell.

You know what I'd get

for making a deal like this

for Calvin Levesque,

if I was lucky?

A kiss on the ass.

♪ Live long Louisiana ♪

♪ On the bayou
In the moonlight ♪

♪ Come on sit by
Rice and gravy for you ♪

♪ My filly gumbo ♪

♪ You're my fine girl
My darlin' you'll live long ♪

Excuse me.

If we nominate Shadow
for the All American

before the end of the week,

it'll cost us four grand.

If we wait till August 1,

it'll cost us 15 grand.

I think we ought
to nominate him now.

You mean 15 grand

for a goddamn two-year-old colt

running a goddamn
two-year-old horse race?

The purse is $1 million, Calvin.
$1 million!

They raise it among
the horsemen.

Texans, mostly gamblers.

They enter their colts
as yearlings,

when they don't know
what they got.

Then they run them at two,

and they're still green
as willows.

Now, if you wait till August
of the horse's second year,

you kind of know.

You don't take the gamble,
so it costs you 15 grand.

Enter now, take the gamble,
it costs you only four.

Or just forget about
the All-American.

We can clean up
match-racing Shadow this summer.

Well, nobody's seen him.
Nobody's even heard of him.

We can win a bundle on him.

You've got no real chance
in the All-American anyway.

Well, that makes
more sense to me...

Oh no, it don't make no sense.

It don't make no sense at all.

This horse is the best,
the best...

and you want to pee it away
on match races?

This is a great horse.

I know a great horse
when I see one.

Seems I've heard that before.

Yeah, you said the same thing
about Eagle Leader.

And Run Spot Run, remember that?

Neither one of them
could beat my dog

with a full bladder.

I'm going to run him
in a nice couple of easy races.

Give him the experience,

then take him
up to Ruidoso early,

so he can get used
to the altitude.

I want to make money
off of that colt this summer.

I want to run him every week.

You'll break him down, Calvin.

Well, if you don't want
to run him,

I'll have to get
another trainer.

Look, Lloyd, I don't want
to have to do it,

because I know you brought
him along real good.

I'll pay the four grand.

What?!
I'll pay it.

For what percentage of the colt?

Name it.

10%.
Fine.

Oh, come on, Calvin!

We're taking all.
Wait a minute!

We ought to get at least 25%,

maybe even 40%.

10% is fine.

Oh, you're hopeless.

Calvin, all this says
is that I decide

what happens to the colt
between now

and the All-American
on Labor Day.

What happens
after the All-American?

After the All-American,

you're going to sell him
to Miss Sarah Blue

for $1 million.

You're going to buy
the New Orleans Saints,

and you're going
to retire to Tahiti,

where the women
don't wear no tops!

[CRASH, HORSE WHINNIES]

And where are you going
to get you $4,000?

Come on, boy!

Hush.

Come on, boy!
Come on, boy!

Come on, boy!

Oh...

Hey, Buddy.

You talk to the bank?

They laughed.

Jimmy Collard?

That was a waste of time.

Broussard?

Broussard, let's see...
He said...

He'd see hell freeze over
before he'd loan you 20 cents.

Damn.

Hey, you know how
Mike Marsh trains his

to jump out of the gate
the way they do?

With an electric cattle prod.

Man, when that gate opens,
they move!

It's how come they
flip over backwards

in the gate, too.

And his jocks exercise

with an electric charge
in their sticks.

Them horses get
so they jump 20 feet

when you touch 'em.

You're making a personal study

of Marsh and his training ways?

It's just interesting.

You know how many horses

that son of a bitch lost
this year alone? 19.

19 of the finest babies
there is,

he's broke down,

sent to pasture, or killed
outright in one year.

Well, if you're going
to win with two-year-olds

you're going to lose some.

It's all part
of the game, Daddy.

Well, if you like
that way of winning,

you go work for Marsh,
that son of a bitch.

I don't want to know you.

Oh, hoo, hoo!

I want you to wait.
Keep the meter running.

Maybe I can
second-mortgage my truck.

Shit, you can.

You couldn't sell it for scrap.

Who in the hell'd
loan you money on it?

Oh, no man, not my truck.

You're not borrowing
my truck. No way.

Buddy, he's going to win
the All American.

10% of the trainer's take
is 30,000 goddamn dollars.

10% ownership of the colt
is $30,000 more.

10% for the jockey
is another $30,000.

What's the matter with you, boy?

Can't you add?

Didn't you see that colt run?

Not my truck. No way.

I have raised me
a complete litter of fools!

[KNOCKS]

Mr. Lloyd Bourdelle?

That's me.

I'm Sarah Blue.

Mrs. Blue, I thought
you just raced

mostly in California,
Ohio, and New Mexico.

What are you doing in Louisiana?

Well, I'm running
some of my older horses

this year at Delta.

Trying it out.

Well, it's an honor
to meet you, ma'am.

Thank you.

Could I come in a minute?

Oh, sure, sure.

Come on in.
Come on in.

I'll just get this out of here.

Well, Buddy, we could go
in the kitchen.

Yeah.
Would you like to have

a cup of coffee,

or beer or Coke or something?

No, thanks. Nothing.

Buddy's just
cleaning up a little.

Sure Hit must be almost 20 now.

That's correct.

That's quite a horse.

Quite a horse.

Lots of stories about
you and that horse,

sleeping in his stall,
feeding him Milky Ways.

Never gets tired of Milky Ways.

Fine producing stud, too.

Better than Aspiration.

Yes, ma'am.

Of course,
Patterson breeds Aspiration

to everything this side
of a jackass.

I don't do that with Sure Hit.

30 Triple-A mares a year.

That way, you improve the line.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm interested
in improving the line.

Uh-huh.

I like to think that

over the years
Sure Hit's improved the line.

Well, he has.

There's no doubt about that.

I don't breed him
to scrub mares.

No, ma'am.

I've been meaning to retire him

if I can find a colt
with the potential.

Well, that'd be hard to do.

It'd be hard to find a colt
to follow Sure Hit.

This your son?

Yes, ma'am.
That's my oldest boy,

Lloyd Jr.
We call him Buddy.

Ma'am.

I understand
you're near as good a trainer

as your dad.

You want to come to work for me?

Oh, any time.
Yes, ma'am.

Would you like a beer?

Oh, no thanks, Buddy.
Nothing.

Bring me one.

I understand you have
one of Sure Hit's colts,

one we didn't know about.

Oh, that's correct.

And that he has some speed.

Well, he's real young yet.

You bringing him to Ruidoso?

I might be.

Are you speaking for the owner?

Yes, ma'am.

I have a percentage

and control through Labor Day.

Then you are coming.

Well, most likely.

Well, I'd like to buy him.

Not until after
the All-American.

I'll pay you $50,000, outright.

Today. Right now.

$50,000 for a colt
who's never run a race?

I'll give you a personal check
for the entire amount.

But he's not for sale, just yet.

Not just yet, Mrs. Blue.

He's not for sale, right now.

But we'd sell you
an option on him.

For how much?

$5,000...

against a purchase price
to be negotiated.

I assume...

that's all right with you?

With me? Yes, ma'am.

That's all right.
You bet.

Yes ma'am. That's fine.

Fine. Fine. Just fine.

Dad...

I love your house.

That's for sale right now.

See you in Ruidoso.

"$5,000...

against a purchase price
to be negotiated?"

I bet I took me home

the wrong baby
from the hospital.

I bet you're out of
the First National Bank,

by The Wall Street Journal.

Buddy, you done it.

You done it!

You owe me five bucks, Casey.

You'll get it.

I charge 20% interest,
monthly... that's 10 bucks.

I can add.

You multiply
for percents, dummy.

So. I can multiply.

Casey...

can that colt run?

Of course.

Want a match?

Nah.

Come on.
For the whole five bucks,

from here to the security gate.

If you beat me,
you're out of debt.

Come on.

Come on.

Ya!

Casey, be careful!

Casey!

Whoa, Casey! Whoa!

Stop it!

Whoa, Casey!
Whoa, Casey!

Casey!

Whoa, Casey!
Whoa, Casey!

Get... Get off!
Get off!

Dad...

Get Shadow.

Get the leg wrapped.
Get the vet.

He's just a little kid.

What're you going to do to him?

Kill him!

Oh.

Let me go.
Let me go.

Get in there!

I told you to stay off him.

I needed $5.00.

$5.00? We're aiming
at a million-dollar purse,

and you destroy his legs
with a $5.00 match race?

Casey, we talked before,
and you don't listen.

Pull down your pants.

I'm too big!

You're too big to be so stupid.

I know...

but don't tell them if I cry...

okay?

He'll be fit as a fiddle
by three.

Shouldn't run none of these
colts as two-year-olds.

It's like asking
a 14-year-old boy

still growing up
to run the Olympics.

It's a cruelty.

In just another week, Shadow,

we're going to take
this thing off of you.

Casey!

This pony's liable
to step on Shadow.

Dad's right.
I think you're demented.

Buddy said if you didn't have
new sneakers by dinner,

he was going to whoop me...

and if we see any
likely girls in town,

you're walking home.

Now, come on!

Don't move, you hear?

Come on!

I'm so horny,

Gypsy's starting to look good.

What's horny?

It's getting better.
Did you notice?

Well, maybe a little.

You're not favoring it as much.

I can see that,
even if they can't.

Please get well.

Please?

See that and that?

It's not healed completely.

It's not been long enough.

I wouldn't move him,
much less run him.

Well...

Six, eight months
in the pasture,

he'll be sound,

and we can campaign him
as a three-year-old.

Take him to Florida, maybe,

or maybe even California.

We can still clean up.
He's so full of talent.

Dad?

Give me some tobacco.

You're not going
to take him to Ruidoso.

Would you quit telling
me what to do!

What the hell
are you staring at?

I don't rightly know.

Kind of smells like
a dead skunk,

or bullshit or...

You asking for the removal
of your teeth, son?

You can't take him, Dad.
He's not sound!

I won't run him
if he's not sound!

You know that.

But if we take him now,

get him used to the altitude,

two months, Buddy, two months,

walking around, taking it easy,

he's going to be sound.

I'm not coming with you.

Sure you are.

I want my children at my elbow

when I win the All-American.

A Coonass colt's
never won the All-American.

This year, he's going to.

They say a cowboy
with one old horse

can't win no more,

that running quarter-horses

is for the rich
and fancy these days,

but in '66,

an old boy with nothing
but a gas station

and one good horse won it.

This year, this old boy's
going to do it.

We're leaving,
the end of the week.

♪ Everybody used to tell me ♪

♪ Every man's a king ♪

♪ I don't have a thing
So I just dream on ♪

♪ Give me
Just a little pleasure ♪

♪ To keep me from the cold ♪

♪ Something that I can hold ♪

♪ Is all I can lean on ♪

♪ Just let me go till I'm gone ♪

♪ I'll come back
When I'm feeling strong ♪

♪ I rode too far ♪

♪ And I stayed too long ♪

♪ Let me go till I'm gone ♪

♪ Just let me go Till I'm gone ♪

♪ Let me go till I'm gone ♪

♪ Let me go Till I'm gone ♪

You the folks from Louisiana?

Yeah, that's right.
Y'all want cheap hay?

Y'all come down to Mescalero.

Mescalero.
Thank you.

How come everybody knows us?

I don't know.

I don't like it.

We're not here to like it.

Well, I'll be damned...
Bourdelle!

I'll see you in the barn.

Well, Randy, Lloyd,

when did y'all get here?

Last night.

What're you in?
The Rainbow Futurity?

Just the All-American.

You've got balls.

I would hope so.

Lloyd, there's 240 horses
here for the All American.

They're holding 22 time trials

all on the same day.

You going to run
in the Top-10 trial times,

among 220 horses, with
an inexperienced colt?

I reckon.

You know, I think I'd put him

in a softer race.

At least get your expenses back.

I want to keep him sound, Mike.

He sure wants to run.

No way, man.

Couple more times.
Slow and easy.

Okay.

I'll see you.

Hey! You going
to the swimming pool?

Obviously.

You want some company?

Suit yourself.

ANNOUNCER: Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome
to the 68th day of racing,

here at beautiful and friendly
Ruidoso Downs,

home of the All-American
Quarter-horse Futurity,

the world's richest horse race.

In the first race,

the Rainbow
of Quarter-horse Futurity

at a distance of 350 yards.

[♪ "PARADE TO THE POST" ]

Howdy, Lloyd.

Hello, Mike.

Mr. Bordellie?

Bourdelle.

You the one with
the coonass colt?

That's me.

Tom Patterson.
Can we talk business?

I had an idea you were
somewhat taller.

You're sure as hell right.

What price do you have
on the colt?

Sarah Blue has got
an option to buy him

after the All American.

You find out
what her top price is,

I'll give you $50,000 more.

She'll back out,

but I want him running
under my name

in the All-American.

Well, he's not for sale
before the All-American.

For a price,
everything's for sale.

Not the coonass colt.

Steady.

[BELLS RINGING]

And there they go...

Here comes Smooth Comfort...

[HORSE CRIES]

They're broke, both of them.
I heard them go.

How about you?
You all right?

I'm okay.

Got your curare?
Yes.

Damn it, all of Aspiration's
babies are like this.

They're fine-bonded,
legs like toothpicks.

If you keep these colts back
till they're three-year-olds,

you'd have winners.
Running them as two,

all you have is a bunch
of carcasses like this.

This just makes me sick.

Go talk to Mr. Patterson,
doc, not to me.

I'm just an employee.
If a colt can't run at two,

Mr. Patterson doesn't want

to bother with it.
Now, put him to sleep.

Well, I think it's too late

to get Nicodemus.

He's probably riding for Bubba.

Let's get Cordoba
or Bobby Adair.

I want the best.

Hey, how about Mike Meadow?

Look at little Kelly.

Lord, how she's grown.

She's the best bug boy I've got.

How's life been
treating you, kitten?

Fine, thanks.

You've done a real good job

on Trickey Mickey.

I'm here to thank you.

Well, he's a good old horse.

Donovan can't ride
in the trials.

Got a fractured pelvis.

We're talking jockeys.

How about me?

Now, now.

Look, why not, Daddy?
Absolutely not.

Look, nobody'd hurt me.

They've raised me.

I been around every one
of those guys

since I was seven years old.
They've looked after me,

wiped my nose,
made me stand up straight.

Not one of them would hurt me.

God darn it, the answer is no.

I've been on Trickey Mickey

everyday since he was
15 months old.

He runs well for me,

better than for anybody else.

Make him let me!

I don't care who you ride, Mike,

as long as we qualify.

ANNOUNCER:
The photo sign appears
on the two-light hitter board.

Please retain
all pari-mutuel tickets

until the race is official.

The horses are approaching
the starting gate

for the fourth stake
at the All-American

Quarter-horse Futurity prize...

and, ladies and gentlemen...

they're at the gate.

Remember, honey, keep him
straight if you can.

That's all you got to do
Just keep straight.

I know.
Take care of her.

Will do.

This is going to be as bad
as when she gets married.

If getting her married's
anywhere near this bad,

I'm going to put her
in a convent, I swear to God.

My nerves can't stand it.

All right, men...

Fancy one horse,
try it out front.

The three horse,
"Sit Down on Ya...

ANNOUNCER:
Your attention, please,

we have a little girl
in the main office

approximately
two to three years old.

She's wearing blue pants
and a white blouse.

Will the parents please
go to the main office?

All right, let's load them, men.

All right, come right along
with that four horse.

Straight in.

All right, back
that five horse up

just a little bit there.

Drop them horses
and throw them in.

You all right, honey?

I'm fine.

Now they're all in line

The flag is up.

Straight in.

[BELLS RINGING]

There they go...

Trickey Mickey is going
to the front

up along the inside rail.

No Loss is second.
Between horses is Belly Up

And on the outside,
Forever Sneaker...

Comma, Scotty Boy and Push Off.

It's Trickey Mickey
with the lead.

Trickey Mickey on the outside.

Up alone by No Loss.

And here comes Belly Up.

It's Trickey Mickey,
No Loss, Belly Up.

It's Trickey Mickey
pulling clear.

It's Trickey Mickey

in the front.

Yahoo! Yay!

Yeah!

Hoo-ee!

Yeah!

Ladies and gentlemen,

winning aboard Trickey Mickey,

jockey Kelly Marsh

has won her first race
on a recognized racetrack.

Ladies and gentlemen,
jockey Kelly Marsh.

Thank you.

Hey, nice ride.

Can't do much wrong
with a great horse.

You were even great
with your stick.

Thanks.

I've been racing
since I was five years old.

I can't remember
what the first win felt like.

Tell me.

Felt great.

It's what
I've always wanted to do,

and now I'm sure.

Ow!

It's broke.

I know.

When'd it happen?

In the gate.

You nut.

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,

this is the 22nd
and final division

of the All-American
Quarter-horse Futurity trials

at a distance of 440 yards,

and a special reminder
that the list of 10 qualifiers

will be announced
over the public address system

shortly after this last race.

And the horses are at the gate

and lining up.

Back the 5 horse up
just a little bit there.

All right, the 2 horse,

straighten him out a little bit.

Get his feet under him.

Okay...

Okay.

Back the 5 horse up
just a little bit there.

All right, sit still
on them riders.

Sit still.

[BELLS RINGING]

ANNOUNCER:
There they go.

Casey's Shadow is going
to the front

Foley's Drill in second.

Up alone on the outside
is Calamity

Then it's Pacific Screw,
Smooth Chocolate,

and Racing Mad.

It's Casey's Shadow
on the inside rail.

It's Casey's Shadow.

Casey's Shadow pulling clear.

It's Casey's Shadow
now with the lead.

It's Casey's Shadow,
Pacific Screw and Calamity.

It's Casey's Shadow.

And ladies and gentlemen,

in winning the 22nd division

of the All-American
Quarter-horse Futurity trials,

Casey's Shadow
has the fastest qualifying time

on today's program,

a clocking of 20.28 seconds,

the fastest qualifying time

of the 22 trials
here this afternoon.

Shin bucked six months ago, doc.

Well, he's done it again. See?

Great! 10 days before
the All-American,

he might as well have
busted all four legs.

Hmm, I don't know.

Got this new drug.

Works pretty good on shin bucks.

Lays new bone right in there.

Of course, you never know...

You know, even with this drug,

10 days isn't much time.

♪ Lord, I was born
A ramblin' man ♪

♪ Trying to make a living
And doing the best I can ♪

♪ And when it's time for leavin'
I hope you'll understand ♪

♪ That I was born
A ramblin' man ♪

♪ Lord, I was born
A ramblin' man ♪

♪ Lord, I was born
A ramblin' man ♪

♪ Lord, I was born
A ramblin' man ♪

♪ Lord, I was born
A ramblin' man ♪

Could I pull up a chair?

Sure could, ma'am.

I see that your Smooth Chocolate

and No Loss both qualified.

That's good.

That's what you get
with breeding.

How's Shadow?

We'll see.

You ready to sell?

No, ma'am.

You're not going
to run him, are you?

If he's sound, I am.

He can't be sound.
Might be.

You'll break him down if you run
him in the All-American.

I don't want him broken down,

Mr. Bourdelle.

I can't build him a reputation

if I can't run him.

I can't retire Sure Hit

unless I can prove
Shadow's even better.

My heart bleeds for you, lady.

[AUCTION CALLING]

Anything interesting?

I don't know.
I just got here myself.

We going to get beat tomorrow?

Smooth Chocolate's
in mighty fine shape.

Now, he could do it.

Jimmy Judson, Belly Up,
if it's wet,

is going to be trouble.

And the coonass colt?

He ain't running.

Bourdelle says he is.

He shin bucked in the trials.

He ain't sound.

Bourdelle says
he's sound enough.

Bourdelle is full of shit.

If we get beat by him...

it's your ass.

Tom, why don't you just relax

and leave the coonass
colt to me, huh?

He'll be taken care of.

You just... Okay?

Got a minute?
Yes, ma'am.

You buying anything?

No. I buy privately.

Want a beer?

Sure.

Buddy, how would you

like to come to work for me?

It was a joke in Louisiana.

Now I've seen your work.
Now it's a real offer.

I don't know.

I sure would like to,
and I thank you.

Ma'am if it's
cleaning stalls you wanted,

me and Dad train them together.

We quarrel...

I've got stable boys
coming out my ears.

I'd take you on
as an apprentice trainer.

I only have one other,
and nearly 50 colts a year.

Mrs. Blue, is this
somehow conditional

on you getting Shadow?

It's $100 a week,
room and board.

Do you want it
or don't you want it?

I want it so bad I can taste it.

Then meet me in Sunland,
October 1.

All right, October 1.

Now...

I want you to talk your father

into withdrawing Shadow
from the All-American.

I don't want him run
with a bad leg.

I don't want to break him down.

Dad won't run him
if he's hurting, Mrs. Blue.

You sure of that?

Well, nearly. Yeah.

That's not good enough.

Give me the phone number
of your Mr. Calvin Levesque.

Calvin won't do you
any good, Mrs. Blue.

Dad's got control right
through the All American.

He's the one...

Give me the number.

I'm going to offer him half
a million dollars for the colt,

for the colt sound.

[CHANGE JINGLING]

Hey!

Jesus!

Help!

Breathe! Keep breathing!

Help me, somebody!

Help! Help!
Please, help me!

It'll be all right, Casey.

Gypsy would've wanted to go

saving Shadow.

She wouldn't have wanted
to get old and slow.

This way, she was
a winner to the end.

A winner.

How's the child?

Doctor gave him a sedative.
He's sleeping now.

Thought he'd never quit crying.

He'll get over it.

Jimmy, I just want to know
who it was.

What're you going to do to him?

I want to know who it was.

Lloyd, you know who it was.

Everybody knows who it was.

See you later.
Yeah.

See you.

Hey, Coonass.

What are you doing here
in the middle of the night?

You killed
the wrong horse, Marsh.

You killed a pony.

You killed my baby's pony.

Prove it, Coonass.

Well, where the hell
have you been, huh?

I swear, Daddy,
I just don't understand

what's going on
in your head lately.

How could you run out
on Casey like that?

Where the hell have you been?

What... You been at
the Hollywood Bar?

You should have been
a policeman, Buddy.

You got the right
attitude of mind.

There's something I need
to talk to you about.

Mrs. Blue offer...
Calvin called me.

Told me to withdraw Shadow

from the All-American.

Yeah, I think you should.

Said he'd give me 10% of
the half-million sale price.

Well, that's $50,000
not to run the horse.

He's got no right.

I've got control until
after the race.

I hung up on him.

Hung up on him?

Well, I'd withdraw him,
if he was asking me.

Well, I'm not asking you, am I?

I'll decide myself tomorrow,

when I see how he is.

Mrs. Blue offered me
a job tonight,

and I'm taking it.

I'm going with her to Sunland.

No wonder you'd withdraw Shadow

if you was me.

You don't want me
beating your new boss.

I knew you'd say that.
I knew it.

Dad?

He heard what Buddy said.

Who do you like in
the first race tomorrow?

Mama said she'd be back
in two months.

I keep waiting for her
to come back.

Well, she's not coming back.

I know.

I'm never going
to see her again,

and I'm never going
to see Gypsy again,

and tomorrow,
Mrs. Blue's taking Shadow,

and I'm never going
to see him again,

and now Buddy.

I know it hurts a lot.

He's not favoring it that much.
It won't hurt him to run.

It will too hurt him.

We'll ice it till post time.

Buddy, get me the bandages.

Casey, get me the bandages.

Don't do it.

They're in the tack room, Casey.

Fill them with ice
and bring them here.

Move.

Go on. Go on. Move. Move.

All my life, all I hear from you

is, "Never run
a hurting horse, boy.

"You run a hurting horse,

you're going to
break him down, boy."

All my life, and look at you.

If you're not going to help
get out of here.

Mrs. Blue offered
half a million

for Shadow as is.

Now that's $50,000 for you
for not running him.

I'm running him.

Shit!

You're going to break him down.

You won't get nothing.
Don't make sense.

After I win this race...

You ain't got no chance to win.

There's always a chance, Buddy.

A hurting horse got no chance
with this kind of competition.

Son, this hurting horse
is my only chance.

Do you see Sarah Blue
offering me a job?

Or Tom Patterson, or anybody?

Get out of here.

No!
Get out!

Oh, for God's sake!

It bothered your mama
that we were poor...

that our horses didn't win much.

It didn't bother me.

I had my beer...

the farm, you kids...

Seemed like enough to me...

more than enough.

What more could a man want?

Then he come along,
out of nowhere,

and I got my one chance

to be something,

get my name in the record books.

Lloyd Bourdelle...

right up there
alongside Sarah Blue and God.

I know it's wrong
running a hurting horse, Buddy,

but I've got to do it.

Lloyd!

Hey, Lloyd.

Hey, Calvin, old buddy.

When'd you get in?

Look, I don't want you
running that horse, man.

I got control
till after the race.

You can take what you want
and stuff it.

Look, Sarah Blue
made me an offer.

I don't care what
Sarah Blue made you.

I've got control.

Don't you understand that?

Wait a minute. Look...

I'll go to the press,
I'll go to the stewards,

the Racing Commission,
and everybody.

I'll tell them you're running
my horse against my orders.

Calvin, Calvin, listen to me.
That horse is going to win.

He's not going to break down.

Remember that $300,000 purse,
on top of that the sale price,

and it's all yours.
Add it up, man.

You're going to be
rich as Jesus!

ANNOUNCER:
Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to the 67th
and final race day

here during
the 1976 summer season

in beautiful and friendly
Ruidoso Downs,

home of the All-American
Quarter-horse Futurity,

the world's richest horse race.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have at last come
to the final race of the day,

the race we've all
been waiting for...

the 18th annual running
of the All-American Futurity,

at Ruidoso Downs, New Mexico.

This place originated years ago,

when the Oklahoma cattlemen
and the Texas lawmen

came to these lovely mountains
of New Mexico

to get away
from the summer heat.

They brought their fastest
cow pony and matched them,

and the All-American Futurity

was born
on the desert flatlands...

Number 4, sir.

Okay.

Number 1, sir.

Okay.

Come on. Come on.

Let it go. That's a boy.

Come on.

That didn't hurt you.

Fit real nice.

Put the blinkers on him.

Let's go, riders.

Come out, 1 horse.

Two will be right behind you.

Go with the 3.

Come on 4, let's go.

Five horse.

Seven.

ANNOUNCER:
And the jockeys are up,

and there's a lot
of excitement here.

Owners, trainers,
jockey's alike,

this is the world's
richest horse race.

The All-American
Quarter-horse Futurity

worth $1 million.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

may we direct your attention
to the head of the grandstand,

and the call to the post
by Ralph Duterabe.

♪ ♪

Ladies and gentlemen,

here's the field
of the All-American Futurity.

Number 1 is Casey's Shadow,

He's owned by Calvin Levesque
of Erath, Louisiana,

trained by Lloyd Bourdelle.

The rider will be
Randy Bourdelle.

Number 2 is Rita Dray.

Rita Dray is owned by

Louis Bracken
of Beverly Hills, California,

trained by Jason Wesker.

The rider will be Tim Bodnar.

And Number 3
is Payless Airheart.

Payless Airheart is owned
by Bob Nagelman...

If this hurts him...

Ladies and gentlemen,

that's the field

for the All-American
Quarter-horse Futurity,

the world's richest horse race.

Don't push him, Randy, okay?

Are you telling me not to win?

I'm telling you, boy.

you'll break him down
if you push him.

Bonne chance, boy

[BELL RINGS]

♪ ♪

[CHEERING]

Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo!

Congratulations,
rider. Okay.

[CHEERING AND WHISTLING]

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Mr. Bourdelle...

Mr. Bourdelle...

Mr. Bourdelle...

Just a moment, please.

Congratulations.
Great race.

Now, tell me, what was
your first thought?

I thought I was going
to pee in my pants.

Well, okay.

What are you going
to do with all that money?

Well, I'm going to pay me
off some debts first,

then I'm going to get me
a brand-new pickup,

then, I'm going
to take my children

on a vacation to Tahiti,

where the women
don't wear no tops.

Oh... well,

thank you very much,
Mr. Bourdelle.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we're talking
with Mr. Lloyd Bourdelle,

the trainer of Casey's Shadow,

this year's Futurity winner,

the dark horse, as it were,

from Erath, Louisiana.

♪ Alouette, gentil alouette ♪

♪ Alouette, je te plumerai ♪

♪ Je te plumerai le nez ♪

♪ Je te plumerai le nez ♪

♪ Et le nez ♪

♪ Et le nez ♪

♪ Alouette, gentil alouette ♪

♪ Alouette, je te plumerai... ♪

Do you miss old Gypsy?

Bet you don't, you dumb horse.

♪ Et le nez ♪

♪ Et le nez ♪

Dad!

Dad!

Yeah?

He's real lame.

He's looking at the X-rays now.

Maybe Mrs. Blue

will let me ride for her,

or exercise them, or anything.

I can clean stalls.

Well...

You'll ask nobody.

Thanks for calling me.

It seems you should be here.

See this?

Look at that,
the worst I've ever seen.

Split three ways.

He won't be sound again.

No! No!

Then I'm out, gentlemen.

You got me out of bed
for nothing, Mr. Levesque.

Mrs. Blue, wait...

The deal was
I'd buy the horse sound,

or shin bucked

if he didn't run
in the All-American.

I knew this would happen.

You knew this would happen.

See you in Sunland, Buddy.

You idiot!

You just blew half a million
dollars, you realize that?

Mr. Levesque,
the leg is shattered.

In my opinion,
the colt should be destroyed.

No!

[CASEY WHIMPERING]

Is it possible to save him?

Anything's possible,

but in my opinion,
it's not worth trying.

Put him out of his misery.

I'll need you to sign
some release forms.

You think Mrs. Blue
would sign us on now?

Was it worth it to you, Dad?

Yeah, you got some dollars
in your pockets now,

and your name
in the record book,

and a vacation to Tahiti,
and a new truck...

but was it worth it to you?

Wait a second, doc.

That colt in there's
about as high-strung

as an old cocker Spaniel.

My baby raised that colt
as a pet.

Casey can get him to stand still

long enough
for the bones to mend.

I know we can do it.

Casey's gone with Buddy, Lloyd.

Man says put him
out of his misery,

I'm going to put him
out of his misery.

I'm not looking for
a $100,000 vet bill,

and on a horse that I'm going

to have to destroy
in the end anyway.

Don't make sense.

Well, I'll pay the vet bills.

How's that?

Whatever it takes.

My share of the purse,
I hock the farm...

whatever it takes.

If he can be saved, Calvin,

you'll have yourself
a great stud.

If he can't be saved,
you lose nothing.

You've got no risk.

Okay, Lloyd.
Now, wait.

I really can't recommend...

I know you can't
recommend it, doc,

but I want you to do it, please.

I'm begging you.
Just try it.

That's all I'm asking.
Just try it.

I want this truck
on the road by 10:00 A.M.

It'll be there,
Mrs. Blue.

Welcome aboard, cowboy.

I've come to apologize.

The vet put his leg
back together.

Says he took the operation
real good.

I'm trucking him home tomorrow.

Sure could use
a couple of good hands.

Okay, fellas.

Come on, boy.

Easy. Easy.

Take it easy getting off there.

Go on. Go on, Casey.
Go on, boy.

Thanks, boys.

Now, you don't want
him moving around.

If he gets restless,
you stop him,

give him a shot.
Sure, doc.

Let me know how
it turns out, Lloyd.

I will, doc, Thanks again.

Wait until you get the bill.

Come on, Casey.

What are you doing, Casey?

I'm staying in here.
Oh, come on.

Oh, let him.

He'll keep Shadow quiet.

It's all right.
Come on.

You get cold, you holler,
you hear?

All right.

And zip up your jacket.

All right!

He didn't mean to hurt you.

Dumb old man.

He didn't mean to.

[ENGINE HESITATING]

[SPITS]

[ENGINE HESITATING]

The floor. The floor.
Put it to the floor.

There it goes.

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

♪ Everybody used to tell me ♪

♪ Every man's a king ♪

♪ I don't have a thing ♪

♪ So I just dream on ♪

♪ Give me just a little pleasure ♪

♪ To keep me from the cold ♪

♪ Somethin' I can hold ♪

♪ Is all I can lean on ♪

♪ Just let me go ♪

♪ Till I'm gone ♪

♪ Oh, I'll come back ♪

♪ When I'm feelin' strong ♪

♪ I go too far ♪

♪ And I stay too long ♪

♪ Let me go ♪

♪ Till I'm gone ♪

♪ Oh, I've seen a lot of empty highways ♪

♪ With nothin' in my hand ♪

♪ Nowhere I could stand ♪

♪ So I just moved on ♪

♪ There ain't nothin' I can do about it ♪

♪ Except whistle in the wind ♪

♪ Take it to the end ♪

♪ Let it all roll along ♪

♪ Roll on ♪

♪ Oh, won't you let me go
Till I'm gone ♪

♪ I'll come back some day
When I'm feelin' strong ♪

♪ I go too far ♪

♪ And I stay too long ♪

♪ Let me go till I'm gone ♪

♪ Just let me go till I'm gone ♪

♪ Let me go till I'm gone ♪

♪ Let me go till I'm gone ♪