Mr. Cox?
Guys, I need Cox.
He goes on in two minutes and I can't find him.
Mr. Cox.
Mr. Cox?
You're gonna have to give him a moment, son.
Dewey Cox needs to think about his entire life before he plays.
Come on, Nate, let's go play.
I can't, Dewey. I gotta practice.
You can't practice all the time, Nate. You're already perfect.
All right. Come on, Dewey, let's go play!
- Today's gonna be the best day ever! - Yeah!
Ain't nothing horrible gonna happen today.
What do you wanna be when you grow up, Dewey?
I don't know. Never really thunk about it before.
When I grow up, I'm gonna be a great composer.
And a professional baseball player.
Then I'm gonna be an astronaut, and I'm gonna go to the moon.
There's nothing I won't do with this long, long life of mine.
For sure.
That's what's great about being young. So much time to do great things.
Let's go play!
My turn!
I got him! I got him!
Catch!
Chicken!
I challenge you to a duel, sir.
I don't know, Nate.
You know how mad Pa gets when we play with his machetes.
Come on. There's nothing wrong with a little machete-fighting.
Now, en garde!
- Do you yield, sir? - Never!
Prepare to meet your maker.
- Dewey! - Nate!
I'm halved!
Oh, we should've listened to Pa.
Dewey, I'm cut in half pretty bad.
In case I don't make it, then you'll have to be double great…
…for the both of us.
Wow, that's a lot of pressure, Nate.
You can handle it, Dewey. Now, run, get Pa!
Holy shit.
This was a particularly bad case of somebody being cut in half.
I was not able to reattach the top half of his body…
…to the bottom half of his body.
Speak English, doc! We ain't scientists.
I'm sorry, folks. He's gone.
Oh, no!
Oh, my God.
Dear God. Oh, Dewey.
It's all your fault, Dewey Cox.
Oh, Pa, you don't mean that. It's not his fault.
He cut him in half with a machete.
No.
You. You're not half the boy that Nate was.
You're not even half the boy that the top half of Nate was…
…after you cut him in half.
So you're saying I'm less than a quarter of the boy Nate was?
The wrong kid died.
Ma, I can't smell anything.
You can't smell anything?
I think I lost my sense of smell.
You gone smell-blind, son.
It'll pass, Dewey.
Now, you run on down to the country store and get us some butter.
And a candle.
We're gonna light us a candle tonight.
I'm a gamblin' man
I gambled everywhere I go
I'm a gamblin' man
Lord, I gambled from door to door
I've never heard no music like that before.
It's so sad.
That's why it's called the blues, boy.
I think I'd like to play me some blues.
Ain't no 6-year-old boy understand the true meaning of the blues.
I reckon I might.
You play the guitar?
Never have before. But I'm a real fast learner.
Well, go ahead.
You put your finger right up there. Place your hands here. That's it.
That's the G chord.
Now hit the strings with your other hand.
- That's it. - There you go.
Yeah, just like that.
I done a bad thing
Cut my brother in half
It's not bad for your first time.
You can do it, Dewey. You'll be double great.
For the both of us.
Dewey?
Dewey.
Dewey?
Mama, you made it!
There's my favorite 14-year-old son.
Oh, no. Come on, now. Not in front of the fellas.
Howdy, boys.
Howdy, Mrs. Cox.
I just wanted to say break a leg.
I know you boys are gonna play a real good song.
Oh, thanks, Ma.
I'm just so proud you learned to play the guitar so good.
Without even having a sense of smell.
It's all right now, Mama. I learned how to play by ear.
You just go out there and sing your heart out.
I will, Mama.
- How we gonna follow that? - Delilah Montgomery.
- Very nice!
And now sophomore Dewey Cox is gonna sing us a song.
So, ladies and germs…
I know, I know.
Please welcome Dewey Cox and the Dewey Cox Four.
Hi. My name's Dewey Cox.
And this is a little song I wrote called "Take My Hand."
I sure hope you like it.
The wrong kid died, goddamn it.
- Take - Take, take
Take my hand
We're gonna walk through the park
I promise to have you Home before dark
Oh, life would be so sweet
Walking with you down the street
This music is an outrage!
Come on and take my hand
It's the devil's music!
It's all right if you're coy
After all I'm a boy
And you're a girl
But make no mistake
Yours is the hand I want to take
So please
So please, please
Take my hand
You're going to hell!
Blasphemer!
That's it. I want you out of this house, boy.
- Pa! - You heard the preacher.
You think we don't know what you're talking about…
…when you say "take my hand"?
What? It's about holding hands.
You watch your mouth.
You know who's got hands? The devil.
And he uses them for holding.
I ain't got no room in my house for no devil's spawn.
Be careful. Before you say something you regret for the rest of your days.
Like what? Like "the wrong kid died"?
Oh, no! No!
It's okay. It's okay, Mama, settle down.
Pa's right.
Springberry ain't big enough for me no more.
I reckon it's time for Dewey Cox to move on.
But you're only 14.
Mama, I love you.
But I don't need nobody.
All I need is my music.
I seen my path today, and I'm gonna take it.
And someday, I'll make my masterpiece…
…and you'll all be proud of me.
Just like you were of Nate.
Can I come, Dewey?
Of course you can, Edith. You're my girlfriend.
- I am? - Yeah, silly.
I pointed at you in the audience.
Did you hear that? I'm Dewey's 12-year-old girlfriend!
You're the most talented man I've ever seen in my whole life.
And you will never get anything but love and support from me…
…for you and your dreams the rest of my life.
Well, then, go on. Get out of this house.
Before I cut your dreams in half like you cut mine in half.
Goodbye, Pa.
Just wait till you see what happens now.
Here we go.
Ma and Pa leave home All the kids get glad
You know our house's Gonna jump like mad
We're gonna jump, li'l children, jump
We're gonna jump, li'l children Mama and Papa's gone
Let's jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump
Let's jump, jump, jump Jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump
We're gonna jump, li'l children Mama and Papa's gone
You know what I'm saying.
We're gonna jump, li'l children Mama and Papa's gone
Yeah, baby. Wrap it up right there.
My name is Bobby Shad and these are the Bad Men.
We gonna take a break, then we be right back…
…to rock till the morning light, all right?
Mr. Shad! Mr. Shad! Wow, that was really great.
Hey, I play a little guitar. If you ever need…
- Dewey! - Yes, sir?
I pay you to mop, not bother the band.
My customers come to dance erotically, and they need a clean floor to do it on!
Do your job or I'll find somebody who will.
Yes, sir.
Lonesome blues
Dewey, will you cut out that racket? I'm trying to feed your child!
How am I supposed to make it as a famous musician if I don't practice?
Will you stop talking about that music?
But it's my dream, baby.
Daddy said if we move home, he could give you a job at the slaughterhouse.
You can make an honest living.
Wouldn't have to hang your head in shame, walking around like a failure.
I think I'm doing okay for a 15-year-old with a wife and a baby.
Ain't no musician ever made no money, Dewey.
Edith, I am starting to think…
…that maybe you don't believe in me.
I do believe in you.
I just know you're gonna fail.
- What are you talking about, Edith? - What about my dreams?
Edith, I told you, I can't build you a candy house!
It will fall down! The sun will melt the candy! It won't work!
It will if it never rains.
Now, you listen to me. I am gonna make this dream come true.
Nobody ever said it's gonna be easy.
It's hard.
It ain't easy to walk to the top of a mountain.
It's a long, hard walk.
It's a rocky road.
But I plan on walking.
Oh, I'm gonna walk.
Hard.
I will walk hard.
Walk hard.
I got a full house coming tonight.
If Bobby Shad can't play, I need to find someone who can.
I'm fine. I can play through the pain.
Should've thought before you punched your landlord and got laryngitis.
I guess there's no music tonight.
Bullhickey! People come here to dance erotically!
I ain't got no music, I ain't got no nightclub.
Excuse me.
I play a little.
I don't know how to tell you this, boy.
You're white. This crowd will eat you alive.
I been watching Mr. Shad every night. I know all the songs.
It'll be the same show.
It'll be just like Bobby Shad and the Bad Men, only it'll be me tonight.
This is crazy.
But I ain't got no other choice.
I don't mean to put more pressure on you, boy.
The suits from the record company just got here.
Oh, okay.
Scared?
- A little. - Well, you should be.
Those Jews control show business.
Just lay it down exactly like Bobby does.
Good evening. We're Bobby Shad and the Bad Men. I'm Dewey Cox.
Bobby Shad couldn't be here tonight so I'm gonna do his show for you.
And I hope you enjoy it.
This first song we're fitting to do is…
Well, it's about…
It's about when your woman catches you.
You know, she catches you running around town…
…getting into all kinds of strange.
And she says, "Son, get your lazy, two-timing, Negro ass up out of here."
- And you say to her: - What's he doing? You see that?
You got to love your Negro man
You got to love, love, love, love, love
Your Negro man
From early in the morning Till late at night
You know I love your apples Let me take a bite
You got to love your Negro man
You got to love, love, love, love, love
Your Negro man
I like what you did out there tonight. Have you ever made a recording?
Oh, Mr. L'Chaim, Mr. Mazeltov, that's been my dream.
He's not the one you want. I'm the one you want.
- I think he's the one we want. - He's got a nice thing.
He's not bad with the singing and the playing and the shaking of the tochis.
I think you've got what it takes to make it in the big time.
The big time?
When the moon hits your eye Like a big pizza pie
That's amore
When the world seems to shine
What the hell is this?
Pizza pie. What's in a pizza pie?
Bells will ring Ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita bella"
All right. Hold, please. Stop that. Stop your singing!
Stop your singing this instant, young man!
I will not have this in my studio!
Maybe it was a wrong song choice?
If you just let me play one of my songs, I think you'll like it a whole lot better.
You have failed conclusively. It's over.
And there is nothing that you can do…
…here in this room that can turn that around.
Nothing you can do that can make up for what you did to "That's Amore."
- Well, my mother liked it a whole lot. - Your mother was wrong.
I was willing to open my mind…
…because these Jewish gentlemen brought you in here.
They usually have good taste.
And now here you are in front of me, pretending you can sing.
And I have to say that today…
…your performance has shaken my belief in the Jewish people.
Well, there's nothing I would like more, sir…
…than to restore your faith in Judaism, if you could just give me that shot.
But I'll tell you, you have failed so far…
…and if somehow you are able to sing a song now…
…bringing these boys together you haven't even met…
…and make something so personal, so new…
…that the whole world takes notice…
…and that your life is never the same again…
But I'm telling you right now, I don't think it's going to happen.
Wait, wait, wait. We're here already. What could it possibly hurt?
L'Chaim, I'll do it for you. But just one more song.
All right.
All right, son. I'm gonna give you 15 more seconds.
Thank you, sir. I hope you won't regret it.
Dewey, we don't know this song.
You just follow me.
I don't know.
Walk hard
Hard
Walk hard?
Down life's rocky road
Walk bold
Hard
That's my creed
My code
I been scorned and slandered And ridiculed too
Had to struggle every day My whole life through
Seen my share of the worst That the world can give
But I still got a dream And a burnin' rage to live
Walk hard
Hard
Here is America's new hit song "Walk Hard"…
…recorded just 35 minutes ago by Dewey Cox.
Hard
Though they say
You're not the one
Even if you've been told Time and time again
That you're always gonna lose And never gonna win
You gotta keep that vision In your mind's eye
When you're standin' on top Of a mountain high
He walks so hard.
How do I walk, boys?
Hard
When I meet my maker On my dying day
I'm gonna look him in the eye And by God, I'll say
I gave my word And my word was good
I took it in the face And I walked as hard as I could
Oh, hey, Shorty. Hello, my darling.
I sang a song at a circus in New Jersey.
They said, "We'll give you 5 grand."
I said, "No, you won't. You'll give me that giraffe."
- They did. They gave it right to me. - That is one beautiful giraffe.
Thank you.
It'll just be a few weeks, Edith.
Who's gonna help me take care of the children?
Dewey, you have got to give up this dream.
You're never gonna make it. Give it up, Dewey.
What are you talking about? I got a number one hit on the radio.
I'm playing my music for people who wanna hear me.
It's everything we always wanted, Edith.
I never get to see you anymore. Your kids never get to see you.
I don't know how to tell you this.
I'm gonna miss some things, okay?
I'm gonna miss some birthdays and some christenings.
I'm gonna miss some births, period.
Unrealistic to think I'm gonna be here every time you have a baby.
But aren't you happy? You have a beautiful new home.
All your fancy new clothes and your monkey and your giraffe.
Look, what else you need?
How about I get you a crow that could talk?
And I'll teach him phrases that I say. "Good morning, honey."
- But it'll be a little crow talking. - This ain't about no exotic pets!
It's about love, you stupid piece of shit.
Dewey.
Hello, baby!
Yeah, this is the Big Bopper speaking.
Oh, you sweet thing.
Do I what?
How are we supposed to follow that?
Don't worry, Dewey, you'll do great.
- Thanks, Buddy Holly. - If you don't, I'll pick it back up.
- You got nothing to worry about. - Oh, thank you.
Man, I'm awful nervous, Buddy Holly.
Dewey, you'll be fine, or my name's not Buddy Holly.
Change of plans. Elvis wants to get out of here early. He's hungry.
We'll change the order. After the Big Bopper, it's Buddy Holly…
…then Elvis Presley, and then you, Dewey Cox.
So it's the Big Bopper…
…and then Buddy Holly…
…and then Elvis Presley, and then me?
Yeah. Just for tonight.
Well, I'm just happy to be here.
Elvis!
Ladies.
Dang, Elvis Presley, you didn't have to rile them up like that.
What, now?
- No, I'm… - Excuse me, what?
I'm just saying, we gotta follow that and…
Listen to this, right now. There's two things you need to know.
I'm the King. And number two is:
Look out, man! Look at that coming at you. You see that?
It's called karate, and only two kinds of people know it.
The Chinese and the King.
And one of them is me.
You're the King.
Come on, man…
Look out, man!
Well, thanks, Elvis.
Let's go. Come on, mama.
What the fuck was he talking about?
How y'all doing? My name's Dewey Cox.
Hey, listen, folks. I'd like to play a song I wrote for a very special lady.
I'm talking about Mrs. Dewey Cox.
Oh, my darlin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I have a perfect life
You are the perfect wife
I don't know why
I sit and cry
And now I miss you so
Please don't let me go
I make mistakes and that is true
At least I learn each time I do
Darling, you must believe
I could never leave you If I tried
A life without you
Is no life at all
Wow, great playing, boys.
The fillies love you, Dewey.
If I wasn't married with a good head on my shoulders, I don't know what I'd do.
You gotta get back out there. They are going crazy.
Let me splash some water on my face.
Okay. Hurry up!
Golly, that rock 'n' roll.
- Get out of here, Dewey. - What are y'all doing in here?
We're smoking reefer, and you don't want no part of this shit.
You're smoking reefers?
Of course we are. Can't you smell it?
No, Sam, I can't.
Come on, Dewey, join the party.
No, Dewey, you don't want this. Get out of here!
I don't want no hangover. I can't get no hangover.
It doesn't give you a hangover.
Will I get addicted to it or something?
It's not habit-forming.
Oh, okay, well…
I don't know. I don't wanna overdose on it.
You can't OD on it.
It's not gonna make me wanna have sex, is it?
It makes sex even better.
Sounds kind of expensive.
It's the cheapest drug there is.
You don't want it.
I think I kind of want it.
Okay, but just this once. Come on in.
- What do I do? - Like this.
Oh, my.
Well, the tour's going real great, baby.
Yeah, we're having a real nice time.
Yeah, the boys have been playing great…
…and the audiences have been just wonderful, so…
- When you coming home? - Soon, baby, real soon.
We gotta hit the major markets in the Northeast, Chicago, Detroit…
Could you shut up? I'm trying to have sex with these women down here.
Who's that?
Oh, that's Sam.
- He's just looking for his drumsticks. - Howdy.
Excuse me.
Anyway, you don't wanna hear about this boring stuff. How was your day?
Oh, you know, just taking care of the kids.
Went down to Wilson's Market the other day to pick up some milk.
- Hey, Dewey? - Yes, Bert?
- You want a cup of coffee? - No, thank you.
- Who's that? - That's Bert, my roadie.
Just wants to know if I want any coffee or anything like that.
Dewey, there's a distance growing between us, I feel, and I don't like it.
Oh, now, that is crazy talk, Edith.
Come on, you know I'm just the same old Dewey.
- Hey, Dewey. - Yes, Bert?
You seen my sandals?
I don't know. I'm talking to my wife, Bert.
Baby, there's somebody at the door. I gotta go.
Can I call when I get to New Jersey?
Okay. Bye, Dewey.
- I love you. - All right.
- I love you. - I love you.
- You're never gonna make it, okay? - Okay, bye.
Bye.
- Pa. - Dewey.
What are you doing here?
It's about your mama.
Ma? What about her? Is she okay?
We better step out into the hall.
- What happened? - I'll tell you what happened.
We were readying for bed when your song comes on the radio.
It's Dewey!
Your son is talented. You should be proud.
Well, I must admit, it is kind of catchy.
Dance with me, Pa.
It does make you kind of wanna move, doesn't it?
It sure does.
Maybe I have been kind of hard on little Dewey.
Maybe you have.
Be careful, Ma.
- You all right, Ma? - I'm all right.
She lost her balance…
…and fell out the window…
…and then the radio crushed her head?
While she was dancing to your song.
I thought you should know what your music does.
It kills people.
You made her happy and it killed her.
If Nate was alive, this never would have happened.
Wrong kid died.
- Get out of here, Dewey. - What are y'all doing in here?
It's called cocaine, and you don't want no part of this shit.
Cocaine?
What's it do?
It turns all your bad feelings into good feelings.
It's a nightmare.
I'm thinking maybe I'd like to try me some of that cocaine.
When I meet my maker On my dying day
Look him in the eye And by God I'll say
I gave my word And my word was good
I took it in the face And I walked as hard as I could
Walk hard Walk hard, hard, hard
Walk…
All right, again. Faster.
This is crazy, Dewey. Ain't nobody gonna wanna listen to music like this.
Standing there playing as fast as you can…
…singing like some sort of punk.
Don't you dare try to stifle me.
Whose band is this anyway, you cocksucker!
I'll punch you in the mouth!
Oh, God. I'm sorry, Dave.
No, I didn't mean that.
Just with my mama dying and all, I'm just all twisted up inside.
Mr. Cox?
I heard you were looking for a new backup singer. For your new duet.
You heard right.
I was wondering if you might like to give me a try.
I reckon I might.
I've been singing in my church choir since I was a girl.
I like the sound of that.
Darlene Madison.
Dewey Cox.
Hello, Darlene.
Hello, Mr. Cox.
You ready to sing one?
I'm always ready.
Well, all right.
In my dreams you're blowin' me
Some kisses
That's one of my favorite things To do
You and I could go down
In history
That's what I'm prayin' to do with you
Let's duet
In ways that make us feel good
Let's duet
And make that sacred sound
Dewey Cox! I am not that kind of woman.
- All right. - Well…
…that doesn't mean that we still can't be friends.
Okay.
Well, then, here's to us being great friends.
I can't! We're friends!
I'm gonna beat off
All my demons
That's what lovin' Jesus' all about
Lookin' in your eyes I start believin'
Let's bring this whisper to a shout
Let's duet
In ways that make us feel good
Put two and two together
Perfect harmony we've found
We know it's only natural
Let's duet
I just wanna make out
What you're sayin'
Read my lips It's what you're lookin' for
Here I am a-sneakin' up Behind you
You can always come in My back door
Let's duet
Darlene, these last three weeks have been so…
…full and wonderful.
We've shared so many activities together as good friends.
It's like you understand me the way nobody else ever has.
I mean, if I…
- What is it, Dewey? - I don't know.
It's nothing. I'm fine.
Nothing? You look like you seen a ghost.
I got a lot of pain in me, Darlene.
You should know that.
Where does all that pain come from, Dewey?
Did you ever have something that you really loved…
…that you accidentally…
…killed, or hurt in some way, with a machete?
- No. - No, me neither.
- Wouldn't that be terrible? - How would you live?
I know, right? Exactly.
Darling Darlene
I'm in love with you I'm havin' fun with you
I'm in love with you I'm on the run with you
I'm in love with you And I'll be one with you one day
Thanks for letting me sleep in your bunk, Dewey.
Gotta sleep somewhere, right?
- Dewey, I can't. - I know. I know.
We both know that the sexual tension between us is palpable.
Don't you know that I wrestle with the same temptations you do?
I know I shouldn't be saying this to you, Dewey…
…because we're not married and we're just friends…
…but sometimes I lie awake at night aching for a man's touch.
And by "a man's touch," I mean a penis in my vagina.
It's just so silly.
Oh, that's so silly.
- Well, we better get some sleep. - Okay.
Take my hand, Dewey.
Let's promise to never, ever give in to our lesser desires.
After all, we're not married.
I'm ready for sex.
I been waiting for this for so long.
Me too.
From the moment I laid eyes on you.
Oh, my.
Dewey, I'm nervous.
Don't worry, angel. I'll show you the ways of love.
Whoops-a-daisy.
Oh, Dewey.
Surprise!
Edith!
- Who are you? - I'm his wife, that's who I am.
No, you're not. I'm his…
- Good Lord, you're already married? - I can explain.
Explain to her? You should explain to me. I am the mother of your children.
- It's not what it looks like. - Children?
It's not what it looks like.
Not what it looks like to me, or not what it looks like to her?
It's gotta be the way it looks like to at least one of us.
We're married.
I did the right thing. It's not like we're not married.
If you're married, you can't get married again.
I know, I know, and that was wrong, but it's just…
We were such good friends.
You told me about that dream where you were licking my balls…
…and that seemed like a signal, and…
I forgot.
I'm leaving you, Dewey Cox, and I will see you in court!
No, Edith! Don't go!
Oh, well. She's gone now.
I'm leaving too. You got the order of things all backwards.
Darlene, don't go!
Edith, don't go either!
I made a mistake. I made a terrible mistake.
Edith! Edith! Edith!
- Leave me alone, Dewey. - I never meant no harm to you.
Edith. Cupcake.
Baby, you don't know what it's like out there on the road. It's lonely out there.
Edith, I can't be alone.
Maybe you should've thought of that before you got double married.
Is that what this is about?
Don't you stand there and judge me like I'm some kind of criminal.
You are a criminal. This is illegal, Dewey.
What do you mean?
It's illegal to be married to two people at the same time, Dewey.
What about if you're famous? Is that…?
You never done nothing you shouldn't have done?
What have I ever done?
You woke up in the middle of the night and drank the milk.
I got up to have my cornflakes, there's none left.
Dewey, you cheated on me!
So I'm a cheater, but you can just drink up all the milk.
Okay. All right, that's fine, I get it. You're innocent, and I'm guilty.
Guilty as charged.
Guilty as charged
Don't you dare write a song right now, Dewey!
You know what? Go ahead. Take the children. I don't care.
All I need is my music.
I don't need you.
And I don't need you.
You're just sitting there, all high and mighty in your diaper.
If anything, you need me. You're a baby.
Come on, Miles.
Don't you dare take Miles.
You can take the children, but you leave me my monkey.
Fine.
Goodbye, Dewey Cox.
No! No, come back.
Don't leave me, Edith.
"Don't leave me, Edith." There's a title for a song.
That's not a bad title, but please don't leave me.
What have you done?
I'm telling you, I've had it. I've had it with all this crap.
You took her side every time.
All you care about is fruit and touching yourself. Well, fuck you.
Get out of here. You don't want no part of this.
- What y'all doing in here? - We doing pills, uppers and downers.
They're the logical next step for you.
I want some of that shit.
Good morning, Your Honor. May I approach the bench?
I don't give a damn What anyone thinks
I stay up all night And I smoke and I drink
I'm a wanted man And I'm blowin' town
Don't waste your time Tryin' to hunt me down
The cops are sayin' I belong behind bars
And I'm guilty
Guilty
I'm guilty as charged
Does Dewey seem unhappy to you?
He's changed, I tell you. He's changed.
That was early Dewey. This is middle Dewey.
Dewey, are you enjoying yourself?
What? Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot you were here.
Hey, Dave. I like your girl better. Let's switch.
- Well, Dewey, this is my wife. - Oh, nice to meet you.
Well, this is Kathy. Kathy, this is Dave.
Come on, darling. So where you from?
Hi there.
Guilty
I'm guilty as charged
I ain't askin' God to forgive my sins
Take a good look And you'll know where I've been
I'm dancin' with the devil Every night and every day
People pay attention to the things That I say
Say
If you're sayin' my love is too large
Then I'm guilty
Goddamn it, this is a dark fucking period!
Oh, I'm guilty
- Freeze! Hands above your head. - It's not what it looks like.
I'm guilty as charged
Stop!
You got me.
Come on, Mr. Cox. How about it? Look here.
I'm guilty as charged
Cox, you got a visitor.
Prison has changed me.
I understand the common man in a way I never did before.
I gotta get out of here, so I can bring joy to the men back in here.
But I don't wanna live with them.
Lean closer.
I'm going to speak to you in my language…
…so that the guards can't understand what I'm saying.
There must be something you can do.
I'm 21 years old.
I got my whole life ahead of me…
We think we can get you off.
What do I have to do?
You gotta go to rehab.
- "Rehab"? - Rehab.
- Rehab? - Oh, rehab. Okay, okay, I gotcha.
Doctor! Doctor!
- I'm so cold. - We need more blankets.
We need more blankets.
Doctor!
- I'm so hot! - I think he has too many blankets.
Fewer blankets!
I'm hot and cold at the same time!
He needs more blankets and he needs less blankets.
I'm afraid you're right.
Dewey?
My wife sends her love…
…asshole.
Dewey, tall and powerful
Dewey, I don't know if you can hear me in there…
…but the wrong kid died.
Dewey. Do you mind if we get stoned in here?
He can't hear you. He's gonna die anyway.
Are you ready to go home, Dewey Cox?
Darlene.
I could never get you out of my head.
Me neither.
I could never stop thinking about you.
But I wasn't gonna be no home wrecker.
Now that I'm your only wife though, it seems different.
I'm a new man, Darlene. Prison and rehab have changed me.
All these blankets have saved my life.
I think you're finally ready to be the man I always thought you could be.
Let me get this off.
I love you.
I love you too.
Oh, my God.
Hey, boys, have you seen Dewey?
I think I saw him in the barn with that longhaired guy.
Oh, yeah, he was talking to Charlie. Charlie Manson.
His music is horrible. But he's a really nice guy.
- Oh, couldn't be nicer. - Yeah, he's a nice guy.
Come on, Dewey. It's almost time for Dewman's cake.
All right. It's just… It's hard for me to sit around at some birthday party…
…when I know there's so much injustice going on in this world.
- I know. - My daddy was right.
I can't spend all my time thinking about Dewey Cox no more.
I've got to think about the other people.
Like your family?
No, I mean, like, people that's having injustices done to them.
Like women and midgets and such.
I mean, it's 1966, Darlene. And, baby…
…I'm feeling it.
I know. The '60s are an important and exciting time.
Aren't they? It's like there's something happening here.
And what it is ain't exactly…
…obvious.
I have to try to help people with my music.
Some people are saying that your new music sounds a lot like Bob Dylan.
Well, maybe Bob Dylan sounds a lot like me.
How come nobody ever asks Bob Dylan:
"Why you sound so much like Dewey Cox?"
Mailboxes drip like lampposts
In the twisted birth canal Of the coliseum
Rimjob fairy teapots Mask the temper tantrum
Oh, say can you see 'em?
Stuffed cabbage is the darling Of the Laundromat
The mouse with the overbite explained How the rabbits were ensnared
What the hell is this song about?
I have no idea.
You guys are idiots. This song is very deep.
Inside the three-eyed monkey Within inches of his toaster-oven life
What do your parents think about your protest songs?
What do your parents think about my protest songs, Mr. TIME Magazine?
All the elevator buttons
So incredibly high
I stand today for the midget
Half the size of a regular guy
Let me hold you, little man
As the parade passes by
Let me hold you, little man
We'll make believe you can fly
You shout for me to put you down
But I'm marching today For your cause
I'm banging the drum Your big day will come
When they remake The Wizard of Oz
So let me hold you, midget man
Pretend that you're flying in space
Let me hold you, midget man
So the dog will stop licking your face
Sing with me!
Sing it!
Mr. Cox, why are you going to India?
Well, I'm searching for something, if you must know.
I'm fixing to do some meditating with the maharishi.
And Dewey Cox needs India right now…
…and, heck, I reckon India needs Dewey Cox too.
Only through meditation can we begin to understand our role.
We're nothing but grains of sand.
That was freaking transcendental, Paul McCartney.
- Don't you agree, John Lennon? - Yes, Dewey Cox.
With meditation there's no limit to what we can…
…imagine.
What do you think, George Harrison?
I don't know. I'm just trying to get some more songs on the album.
And as Ringo Starr, I'm not so interested in meditation.
I just like to have fun.
- I like the little one. - It's so dark in this tent.
Reminds me when we, the Beatles, the four Beatles, us…
- From Liverpool. - Yes, we are from Liverpool.
We used to play those dark clubs in Hamburg. Remember that, Paul?
Of course I do, I booked them. I'm the leader of the Beatles.
Well, I have to say I like your stuff. It's pretty good.
And most of your records, I really enjoy.
We're big fans of your records too.
We like to think that Hard Day's Night is our Guilty as Charged.
- Great record. - Excellent album.
- We learned a lot from you. - Great record.
- We're big fans of y'all. - Huge fans.
You're almost as good as the Monkees. You guys are great.
I think I might adjourn to another dimension, take some LSD.
- Do you care to join me? - Yeah, let's do that.
Care to join us for some LSD? It's good for you.
- Built by scientists, it is. - Lysergic.
Gotta check with headquarters.
Come on, Dewey Cox. Think you might enjoy it.
Open your mind to a new experience, a new level of consciousness…
…like we do, because we are the Beatles.
Let him decide. If he wants to take LSD, he'll take it.
He doesn't have to listen to you. You're not the boss of him.
Don't tell me what to say and what not to say, Paul McCartney.
I'm sick of you being so dark when I'm so impish and whimsical. I'm sick of it.
Hey, everyone, I've got a brand-new mantra:
Paul's a big fat cunt.
Don't know why you don't let me write more songs.
You know, I just sit here while me guitar quietly whimpers, you know.
You are the quiet one, so why don't you shut the fuck up?
I've got a song about an octopus.
Jam it up your ass. You're lucky we still let you play drums.
Wow, seems like there's a rift happening between the Beatles.
I wonder if your songs will still be shit when I'm 64.
- Great sod. - No, stop it!
You bastard! You sissy.
Beatles. Please stop fighting here in India.
No, no, let them go. Let them work it out.
Taste it.
Right there in the bollocks.
- Bastard! - Cunt!
Dewey, you been living clean for three years now…
…and it's done you a world of good, has it not?
I know I've had trouble with drugs in the past.
But I'm addicted to coke, weed, booze, ludes and speed. Not LSD.
Nobody gets addicted to LSD.
It was invented by scientists. Ringo Starr just told me.
I heard that doing LSD can awaken your demons.
I ain't got no demons gonna get woke.
If you promise it'll just be this one time.
Okay.
Let's go drop acid with the Beatles.
Hello, Dewey.
Welcome to your LSD trip.
Where everything's a cartoon.
We're the trippy cartoon Beatles.
Look at that. It's a flying fish.
Totally trippy!
Wow, this LSD's all right.
I like being a trippy cartoon.
Just keep thinking happy thoughts, Dewey.
I'd hate for this to turn into a bad trip.
What's that scary music?
I had an unhappy thought.
It's a bad trip.
Bad trip, bad trip!
Help! Trippy machete!
Oh, fuck me. I can see my large colon.
I guess I do have some demons.
You all right, Cox?
I don't know.
Do you want some more LSD?
Yeah. I think I do.
Mr. Schwartzberg, you're his long-time manager. Maybe you can talk to him.
Well, what's the problem?
He's been on that trampoline for four days.
You have got to talk some sense into him. I'm worried.
Dewey, as your manager, I have to tell you I'm concerned.
I think the LSD has changed you.
It has changed me. It's opened my mind right up.
I'm reinventing music.
I'm creating something new that I call "shmusic."
You've recorded the same song for months. You're not close to finished.
Because this record is different than any other I've made.
I told you. This is going to be my masterpiece.
The one I'm remembered by. It's for my brother.
What brother?
Nothing. Never mind. It's private.
I just close my eyes When I fantasize
Much to my surprise I'm only half the size
That I used to be
Bye-bye, pastures of plenty
I don't know where I will
- Roam - Black sheep, black sheep
This is not a good song.
It's like five songs on top of each other at the same time.
Not even a song. It's some kind of concerto.
Now that the blade has been swung
Just let him work it out.
Masterpieces take time.
Do you hear that? That goat's been singing…
…more than I am on this damn song.
Me
It's still not finished yet.
I'm hearing more aboriginal percussionists.
And I want an army of didgeridoos. Fifty thousand didgeridoos!
Folks, can we have a moment with Dewey?
What the hell are these songs about?
You're singing about cutting people in half…
I'm working something out. It's called a metaphor.
Well, what are you working out?
It's secret. That's why it's called metaphor.
That's what metaphor means. Secret.
I just don't see why you gotta throw away the recipe, is all.
Why don't we just go in there…
…lay down some tracks like we always done?
Yeah, why can't we just walk hard?
What do we need all these people for?
I don't need people around me stifling me.
So if you don't like it, there's the door.
Dewey?
Are you saying you don't need us no more?
Not unless you can open your mind and learn to play the fucking theremin.
Fuck you, Dewey!
Yeah, fuck you, Dewey.
In 20 years, not once have you thrown a woman my way.
You don't think we like cheating on our wives too?
And you never once paid for drugs. Not once!
You pay that chimp more than you pay us.
I had to borrow from the chimp to get a mortgage on my house.
And those stupid Siamese glass cats you get us every year for Christmas.
I don't want any more Siamese glass cats!
The Siamese cat is a symbol of nobility in ancient Egypt.
Fuck nobility!
Fuck ancient Egypt.
Fuck cats!
And you never paid for drugs.
Not once.
You slept with my wife.
You slept with me too!
And I've had confused feelings about that for 10 years now.
And you never once paid for drugs.
Not once.
You're on your own, Dewey Cox.
We're leaving.
Well, I guess this is the end of a chapter in your life, Dewey Cox.
What's happened to you, Dewey Cox?
Stay out of this, Darlene!
You're driving away the people who love you most!
I don't need anybody, Darlene.
All I need is my music.
This ain't about your music, Dewey. It's about the drugs.
Honey, I told you I'm gonna quit again.
As soon as the record's done. Whenever that is.
Look, you can't rush a masterpiece.
You need to take a break. You need to clean yourself up, otherwise…
Otherwise what?
Otherwise I can't be married to you no more.
I know you don't mean that.
I believe you know that I do.
Okay.
- Okay? - Okay.
You'll take a break?
I will take a break.
And you'll quit the drugs?
And I will quit the drugs.
Dewey!
Oh, baby. I've been praying about this day for so long.
- What did you just put in your mouth? - Gum.
- You ain't chewing no gum. - Candy?
- What did you put in your mouth? - It's PCP.
Oh, you just said…!
I'm going to town!
Get out of the road, you jerk!
There he is!
Dewey! Get off that building! It's inappropriate!
Dewey Cox, you give me no choice.
It breaks my heart, but I'm leaving you.
I'm Zeus!
No mortal can stop me! I'm Zeus!
- Rehab? - Rehab.
Nate!
Nate?
This is what I'd look like if I'd grown up…
…and perhaps hadn't been murdered, or whatever.
I just came to tell you you need to get your shit together!
I know.
I've fallen again.
Listen to yourself. Whining like a little bitch.
If I was alive right now, I'd be the fucking president of the United States.
I'd be on the moon, walking around looking for aliens to kill.
- What? - You know why Dad liked me better?
Because I was better than you.
When I played the piano, I was fucking awesome.
Well, you think it's been easy for me?
Since you're gone, I got no sense of smell.
Oh, you got no sense of smell?
You can't smell anything? You can't smell anything?
I got no sense of having legs, Dewey!
I have no life! I'm dead because somebody…
I'm not gonna point out names right now.
…decided to murder me with a machete.
- Nate. - I can't even smell, touch, feel.
I can't even masturbate. You ever try to jerk off with a ghost hand? Nothing!
I'm just trying to say you need to fix this shit.
You need to get out of that bathtub. Start writing songs again.
Stay in it. Stay in it.
No! Why can't I write a fucking song anymore?
I had it all
And then I fucked up, goddamn it!
Schwartzy, I don't know. I don't know. I don't know what's going on with me.
I got the song block.
Song block.
I don't need to write any new songs.
I'll just do my old ones. We'll do a oldies tour. I'll do "Walk Hard."
Dewey, "Walk Hard" is over 20 years old.
Well, a lot of people like my old songs.
Old people like your old songs.
May I make a suggestion?
I got a call from CBS.
They wanna do a show with you.
Television, Dewey. It's the way into the people's hearts.
Live from Burbank, California.
It's The Dewey Cox Show.
And now your host, Dewey Cox!
- Walk hard - Hard
- Hard
Down life's rocky road
- Walk bold - Bold
- Hard - Hard
That's my creed
My code
Walk hard
Stay tuned. When we come back, Cox sings David Bowie.
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
We'll be right back with more Cox after this.
I mean, what do I have to do to get you on my bone? Invent fire?
And then huge laugh and we go to commercial. All right, take five.
Hey.
Great rehearsal, Dewey. Very funny sketch.
Thank you. Have you seen the ratings?
We're getting our ass kicked by The Incredible Hulk.
Well, last night's episode was a very special episode.
They revealed that the Incredible Hulk has an evil twin.
And he's not green. He's red.
I know. It was amazing. Did you see it?
You can't compete with that. But we do need to do more promotion.
Here's what we'll do. We'll introduce people to the new Dewey Cox.
I got a girl here to interview you. She's from the local affiliate in Dallas.
I don't know. I'm not so good on interviews.
Bubbe, it's a puff piece. It's very puffy.
All you have to do is remind the audience…
…you're not mainlining acid anymore. And the show, it's a lot of fun, right?
- You're having fun. - Yeah.
It's on every Thursday night after the local news.
"It's on every Thursday night after your local news. I'm not mainlining acid."
- Anymore. - Oh, I'm not gonna promise that.
- Whatever you're comfortable with. - "I don't smoke angel dust anymore.
So don't be afraid." Something like that?
Why don't you tell us about your new TV program?
Gail, it's a variety show. I do a little bit of everything.
I do some singing, some dancing, chatting with the guests…
…the skits, the monologues, the comedy.
Wonderful. Comedy.
It really is a lot of fun.
We'll have more fun when we come back…
…from this word from our sponsors.
Don't go away.
Okay, you know what, I gotta tell you, my heart goes out to you.
I know what it's like to be on a piece-of-shit television program…
- …because I'm hosting one right now. - Excuse me?
Must wanna blow your fucking brains out, I'll bet. I know I do.
And we're back with Mr. Dewey Cox.
We're talking about the fun he's having on his show.
But right now, let's talk about your lovely wife, Darlene. How's she doing?
Darlene and I separated some years ago, Gail.
Oh, okay. Guess I didn't do my homework.
And to answer your question, I miss her terribly.
Well, that's sweet.
Why don't we talk about your parents? They've gotta be proud of you.
Well, my mom is dead.
And my pa and I don't speak to each other…
…so we're not very close.
We can always cut around this if it gets too pathetic.
Tell us about your kids. I know you got a whole slew of them.
I'm locked in a custody battle at this time.
Custody is being forced upon me, which I don't think is right.
You know, if you don't want the responsibility of children…
…you should be able to walk away…
…and apparently a couple of my ex-wives don't feel the same. So, yeah.
Wherever my kids are, they're watching The Dewey Cox Show…
…on Thursday nights at 8:00, right after the local news.
And I just wanted to say to everyone out there…
…I'm no longer mainlining acid or smoking PCP.
It's official.
Okay. Why don't we lighten it up just a bit here?
You're so busy, Dewey Cox, do you have time to stop and smell the roses?
I've got no fucking sense of smell.
All right, I'm done.
- Come on, folks. Do a little research. - That would've been nice information.
Yeah.
- Dewey. - Nate?
You were supposed to be double great.
What the fuck is this bullshit?
- I know. - All I'm asking…
…is that you write one masterpiece…
…that is the culmination of your entire life.
How hard is that?
I'm empty, Nate. What do I do?
Dewey, who's the one person in your life who's made you feel like shit?
- Pa. - You need to talk to him, Dewey.
- I don't know. - You need to hug him.
I have been putting this off my entire life…
…but I think you might be right.
The wrong kid died
Hello, Pa.
What do you want?
I feel like there's some things I need to say to you.
Well, go on. Talk.
I've realized that…
…I never really said I was sorry for what happened with Nate.
Pa, I've spent my entire life…
…trying to find love with wives…
…and hotel clerks…
…and tollbooth attendants…
…and giraffes and monkeys and trampolines…
…and men who dress like women and men who look like you.
And I realized the only person I've ever really wanted to love me…
…was you, Pa.
Dewey, I don't know what to say.
You don't have to say anything, Pa.
I just wanted to come here and tell you that I loved you…
…and I always have.
I appreciate you finding the courage to say that, Dewey.
But there's only one way to settle this.
- Machetes. - What?
The right kid is gonna die tonight.
You've been practicing!
No, Pa. No!
I been waiting for this for a long time!
You have?
Oh, no.
Oh, my goodness!
I halved myself.
Pa! No, Pa!
Dewey, I guess I never realized until this moment…
…just how easy it is to accidentally cut someone in half.
It is, right?
I'm sorry for blaming you, Dewey.
Of course you didn't mean to cut Nate in half.
It's all so obvious now.
Pa.
I should've been a better father to you, Dewey.
I wish I spent more time playing catch with you…
…and less time training my body and mind to kill you in a machete fight.
You be a better father than I was, Dewey.
I'll try, Pa.
It shouldn't be that hard.
In case I don't make it…
Pa! You're gonna make it! It's the 1970s!
They got all kinds of new procedures that can attach tops to bottoms now!
- Hang in there! - Dewey, I love…
I love…
You love what?
Pa, you love what?
Come on, one more word!
No!
Dad?
Yes, what is it, son?
I was just wondering if you wanna have a catch.
A catch?
Son…
…there is nothing in this world I want more…
…than to have a catch with you.
Son, forgive me, this is going to sound strange…
…but what is your name again?
I'm Dewey Junior, but my friends call me Dewdrop.
Well…
It's nice to formally meet you, Dewdrop.
So this is catch.
This is what I been missing out on all them years on the road, huh?
I like it. It's wonderful. You throw it to me, I throw it back to you.
It's so simple, and yet so powerful.
Boy, you're really terrible at this game.
Well, I mean, you never really played with me before.
How am I supposed to learn? A boy needs a dad.
Yes, he does.
Well, I reckon we got some lost time to make up, you and me.
And all your brothers and sisters. How many of you are there?
Twenty-two brothers and sisters. And also 14 half-brothers and half-sisters.
Holy shit.
This may take a while.
That's real good.
So beautiful.
Are you sure you're one of mine?
Go ahead and taste some dirt.
That's good dirt. That's good dirt.
On the surface, Macbeth is about revenge.
But what is the subtext?
A power struggle for the Scottish royal family. That's what it is.
I just gave you it. That one's a mulligan.
Yeah.
Hello, Dewey.
Darlene.
It's Dewina's birthday. I brought her a present. It's a bracelet.
How's Glen Campbell?
He and I split up a long time ago.
Really?
It's just me these days.
At age 50.
Would you care to take a walk with me, Darlene Madison?
I haven't been playing much music.
I realize now I wasn't much of a father when I was out on the road.
Now this is what makes me happy.
Not the music, not getting high…
…just my family.
That's all I care about.
And that family is missing one piece, Darlene.
My God, you're as beautiful as the day I met you.
You don't want this dirty old Cox.
Oh, I want it more than ever.
Did you wash your hair today?
I sure did. How could you tell?
It smells terrific.
I smelt it.
You mean…?
I smelt it!
I can smell again!
I smelt it!
- I smell you. - Smell it.
Oh, you've been driving a while.
I smelt it! I smelt it!
I smelt it, God!
It's a miracle!
I smell you, flowers.
I smell you, twig.
I smell horseshit!
It's horrible!
- But I can smell it! - Smell that shit, baby!
I smelt it.
Anyway, that's when I learned…
…that Quaaludes and water-skiing do not mix.
Now, you remember that.
How come you did all of that stuff, Grandpa?
Well, Dewey Rahim, I'll tell you. I was young and stupid then.
I didn't understand a lot of things.
Think it had to do with how I was reared as a boy.
But, you know, I got no complaints.
It's been a beautiful ride.
A beautiful ride?
A beautiful ride.
Dewey, sweetheart, there's someone here to see you.
Mr. Cox.
I'm sorry, have we met?
You worked with my father, Kvetch L'Chaim.
You're Mr. L'Chaim's boy?
Dreidel L'Chaim, that's me.
Well, it's nice to see you again, Dreidel L'Chaim.
The pleasure's all mine.
Listen, Mr. Cox, there's something I want to show you.
I never rock a fella But I rock a Cinderella
While she's sittin' in between A nigga's legs like a cello
Must be those pair of double-Ds
That got a nigga sittin' Rock-hard in his jeans
Time to play Make your mouth into a hole, yo
Tell me how I feel When I'm rockin' your boat
- I wanna make you fuckin' - Hard
I'm so wet, I gotta make you
Hard
Mr. L'Chaim, how could you allow them to do such a thing…
…with my husband's music?
Through the roof, we're selling.
Lil' Nutzzak. That's the rapper. Sweet kid.
Anyway, he's introduced a whole new generation…
…to the magic of Dewey Cox.
You could even play together. Cox and Lil' Nutzzak. What a package.
Anyway, as if that was not enough…
…they're giving Dewey the Lifetime Achievement Award next month.
The Lifetime Achievement Award?
Baby, that's wonderful.
You go on TV, they give you the award, you play a song, it's a magical thing.
I can't go on TV and play.
- What? Why not? - Why, Grandpa?
Hell, I'm 71 years old. I don't even know if I can rock no more.
Of course you can rock, sweetheart.
Well, I don't know that I can rock.
And besides that…
…I gave that life up for a reason.
I'm afraid of the temptations, Darlene.
You can do it, Dewey. I know you can.
Just go out there and sing your song.
I'm gonna need my band.
My hip.
Ladies and gentlemen…
…please welcome Jewel, Lyle Lovett and Jackson Browne.
Walk hard
Hard
Down life's
- Rocky road - Rocky road
Walk bold
Hard
That's my creed
- My code - My code
- Hi. - Hey there.
Hello.
Oh, he is so cute.
What are you doing later, Dewey?
I am returning to the hotel with my family.
Good night to you.
He fucked my grandma.
That's awesome.
Ghostface Killah.
Walking hard I'm a real hard walker
Fast on the trigger And a smooth talker
My guns pop out like a jack-in-the-box I'll cut you in half like Dewey Cox
- Walk hard - My skin stays scarred
You can ask God
Lots of ladies unsnapped they bras
Oh, no. You're adorable.
Sam. What are y'all doing in here?
Dewey, get out of here. You don't want no part of this shit.
What is it?
It's a medication for erectile dysfunction.
It gives you a boner.
Not to be used if you have a heart condition.
If boners last for more than four hours, call more ladies.
Well, that does sound tempting.
But do you know what, Sam? I really don't want no part of that shit.
Did you hear what I said? It gives you a boner.
Hate to let you down, old friend…
…but I don't wanna succumb to the temptations.
- My girl - My girl
Talkin' 'bout my girl, yeah
My girl
The Temptations!
When it's cold outside
I got the month of May
We heard him sing about walking hard…
…and we learned a little something about how we wanted to walk.
What do we think about when we think about Cox?
He's been called the Drifter.
Also the Shape Shifter, the Master Chef, the Chameleon.
The Problem Child. The Hard One.
The White Indian. The Giant Midget.
If Elvis and Buddy Holly are the Cain and Abel of rock 'n' roll…
…and Bruce Springsteen is Zechariah…
…Iggy Pop is Methuselah…
…and, of course, Neil Young is the wise prophet Ezekiel…
…then what does that make Dewey Cox?
Well, I don't know what God…
Mr. Cox?
I don't wanna rush him, but he goes on in a minute.
Ladies and gentlemen, it is my great honor to introduce…
…for the first time on-stage in 25 years…
…performing his final masterpiece…
…that will sum up his entire life…
Mr. Cox?
…the one, the only…
I'm ready.
…Mr. Dewey Cox.
Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.
You'll forgive me if I'm a bit rusty.
This is the first song I've written in a very long time.
I hope you enjoy it.
Now that I have lived
A lifetime's worth of days
Finally I see
The folly of my ways
So listen when I sing of
The temptations of this world
Fancy cars and needles
Whiskey, flesh and pearls
And then in the end
It's family and friends
Loving yourself
But not only yourself
It's about the good walk And the hard walk
And the young girls you've made cry
It's about make a little music Every day till you die
It's a beautiful ride
Beautiful ride
A beautiful ride
Beautiful ride
Beautiful
Beautiful ride
As I stand on the precipice of death
My perspective is enormous
Every leaf, every cloud
I see the hands Which have formed us
And some days all you got
Is a nighttime graveyard walk
And you whistle some sweet melody
To the ghosts down at the dock
Sing into your hand
Lead the marching band
Don't you let 'em fade Your colors gray
'Cause when all is said and done
When youth is spent and burned
You'll see that it's all about
Music
Flowers
Babies
Sharin' the good times
Travelin' not just for business
Accepting your mortality
This is finally what I've learned
And then in the end
It's family and friends
Loving yourself
But not only yourself
It's about the good walk And the hard walk
And the young girls you've made cry
It's about make a little music Every day till you die
It's a beautiful ride
Beautiful ride
Beautiful
Beautiful ride
Beautiful
Beautiful ride
Walk hard
Hard
Down life's
Rocky road
Walk bold
Hard
That's my creed
My code
Walk hard