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♪ Well, there she was at the fruit stand ♪
♪ At the farmers market Off of Fourth and Main ♪
♪ Selling raspberry jelly In her right hand ♪
♪ I joked about the jam Just to catch her name ♪
♪ She said, "You oughta give it a try" ♪
♪ But, oh, what really had my eye ♪
♪ Was that local honey ♪
[Wayne] Come on. Let's go.
[Lloyd] I'm coming, I'm coming.
There's an awful lot of people here.
Yeah, I'm sure that's why they chose this place.
Hey, house band learned our song. We gotta play it.
We always play together, right?
I won't do this without you.
- Okay. - All right, all right.
Come on.
♪ I should've known better ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, you should've known better ♪
- She's real good. - Don't worry about that.
Just focus on what we're doing.
♪ Should've known better ♪
♪ Yeah, you should've known better ♪
[Wayne] There they are.
Look.
No, thanks.
Hey, they liked our demo.
- We were at home by ourselves. - Don't worry about that.
Focus on playing guitar. I got the rest.
♪ Should've known better ♪
[applause]
Thank you. Thank you.
Now all the way from Columbus, Georgia,
give a big ol' Bobby's welcome to our next victims,
The Collins Brothers.
What do you say?
[scattered applause]
Close your eyes. Let's go.
What's going on, Nashville? Evening.
[drum sticks tapping]
["Dirt in My Life" playing]
♪ Got a place to lay my head Got a house and a little yard ♪
♪ Been saving all my money So I can buy a farm ♪
♪ Breathe in that fresh air Sit creekside in a beach chair ♪
♪ Let a little outside in This country boy's heart ♪
♪ I need dirt on my truck I need dirt on my roads ♪
♪ I need dirt on my boots I need dirt on my boots ♪
♪ Crops need the rain And the stars need the sky ♪
♪ But I need some dirt in my life ♪
Open your eyes.
[crowd cheering, whistling]
♪ Dirt on the floorboards Dirt on the dash ♪
♪ Dirt on my jeans, dirt on the left ♪
♪ Dirt on the right ♪
♪ I just need a little dirt in my life ♪
♪ Dirt on my truck I need dirt on these roads ♪
♪ I need dirt on my boots Need dirt on my toes ♪
♪ Crops need the rain And stars need the sky ♪
♪ And I need some dirt in my life ♪
- [song ends] - [cheers and applause]
Thank you, thank you.
You did it, brother.
- I can't believe it. - I can.
- [down-tempo country music plays] - Really loved watching you play.
There's some folks here that would like to have a little chat with you.
[indistinct conversation]
[man singing]
Hey, let it go. We got work to do. Come on.
Uh, go on. I'll catch up.
Well, hello.
You write that?
Yes, sir, every note and every word.
- Well, we like your style. - And your song.
We think we might be able to sell you.
Come by the office tomorrow.
You bet. What time you want us there?
You, not him.
Did you see him? Everybody loved him.
Yes, but he's not what we're looking for.
We're looking for a singer-songwriter. We have the best players in the world.
We wrote that song together.
Our legal department will take care of all that.
[man] ♪ The best part of my day ♪
♪ Is when it's through ♪
[both laugh]
♪ …to do but kick off these boots ♪
[telephone rings]
How'd it go?
[Wayne] They loved it.
I got a meeting with some guys from a record company.
That's fantastic.
[Lloyd] Hey, Ginny!
Wait. Who's that?
Get out of here. I'm on the phone.
Just Lloyd. I've never seen him like this before.
Once he got going, there's no stopping him.
I'll call you tomorrow. Everything's going great here.
Oh, Wayne.
I love you too.
They did it. They got a meeting.
He called you at this time of night about a meeting?
Yes. It's a big deal.
And when you hear him on the radio, you'll see.
If he loses his job, that will be a big deal.
I thought somebody died or something.
[baby crying]
And you woke the baby.
Mm.
[Lloyd] Whoo-hoo-hoo!
♪ I'm a singer and I'm a star ♪
♪ Gonna buy me a Cadillac car ♪
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Oh!
Whoo! Oh, that was amazing.
I had no idea it'd be like that. I mean--
And we got a record deal.
We don't have a deal.
I've got a meeting.
Don't we have a meeting?
Look, I'll handle it.
What's going on?
They don't want you. They want me.
Did I… Did I do something wrong?
No, you didn't do anything wrong. You were great.
Just business is all. I'm gonna go talk to them.
No, you don't. Let's go somewhere else.
Not gonna go someplace else. They made an offer.
I'm gonna go talk to them. Maybe I can try to work something out.
[horn honks, tires screeching]
[tires screech]
[horn blaring]
- [tires screech] - Lloyd!
[Angie] Daddy, have you seen my tennis shoes anywhere?
Your tennis shoes?
Which ones, the pink ones that light up with those fancy stars?
- Yeah. - With the speckly purply shoelaces?
- Daddy, yes. - They're next to the couch.
- Is that where they're supposed to be? - Thanks.
Hurry up, Angie. The bus will be here any minute.
[cellphone buzzing]
- Morning, hon. - Hi. Morning. Yeah.
- Cereal's on the table. - Okay.
Hi, Karen.
What? Yes. Everyone wears a costume.
That's why it's called a dress rehearsal.
Yes, we have to bring them.
[horn honking]
Mnh-mnh-mnh. Sit down, finish your fruit.
Dad, Dad, my ride's here. They won't wait.
[loud whirring]
- What is that? - [Ginny] I gotta go.
See you before school starts.
The dryer's doing that thing again.
[whirring stops]
I think it's done for this time. This is unbelievable.
I have two more loads of costumes for the play.
Let me do that.
I hope we don't need a new one.
- Nope, I'll look at it tonight. - [Ginny] Looking at it won't fix it.
- Love you. - That won't fix it, either.
[indistinct conversations]
Hey, looks like I'm riding with you today.
- Again? - Yeah.
Dad says I can learn a lot from an old pro like you.
Taught you everything I know yesterday.
- There's-- - Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
What's up?
I need some overtime this weekend.
Well, it's Jackson's turn.
Come on, Charley.
You know I gotta spread it around.
Then you should be paying me extra for babysitting your kid.
I'll tell you what.
Get him to stop messing around with that damn guitar.
There's no future in it, Wayne.
You know that better than anybody.
All right, I didn't mean it like that.
Just…
he's not any good.
He isn't.
He knows you were. That's why he wants to ride with you.
Talk to him, I'll see what I can do.
All right, everyone, listen up.
Pull up your work orders.
You'll see we've got a busy day in front of us.
What were you and Dad talking about?
Nothing.
Was it my music?
It was, wasn't it?
I knew it. He just doesn't get it.
Oh, he gets it, all right.
Do us both a favor and tell him we talked about it.
EPN Telecom, Mr. Allen?
[clattering]
[Claude coughing]
[hacking]
[spits]
Mornin'.
Well, come on.
I didn't expect you this early.
Bacon's on the stove, so give me a minute.
Order says reactivate the line with Internet.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
Where's your service?
- My what? - Your phone jack.
Oh, over by the chifforobe, I think.
I'm sorry for the mess. Just move whatever you need to.
Don't matter.
Here, get rid of this.
[Bob] Man, look at this cool guitar.
Huh?
[Bob] It's got a bird on the pick guard.
Don't touch nothing.
That's Johnny Cash.
And that's Merle Haggard.
And that is this guy.
Robert C. Allen.
He's Claude Allen.
- [clanging] - [Claude] Damn it!
[Claude groaning]
Whoa! Whoa!
[sighs] Well, that's a dead soldier.
- [Bob] Are you Claude Allen? - [clears throat]
How about stirring them grits?
I got plenty here. Coffee's about ready.
You boys are welcome to join me.
Uh, no, thank you.
Oh, I'm Bob, and this here is Wayne.
Glad to meet you.
What are you doing way out here?
Oh, this was my folks' place.
Been empty for years.
Thought I'd move back for a while, kind of whip it into shape, maybe get a few cows.
You playing any shows while you're here?
No, I'm taking some time off.
Well, man, I can't wait to tell my daddy you're out here.
I wish you wouldn't.
Let's just keep it a secret amongst us chickens.
Okay.
How's that going?
Good.
[chuckles]
You know…
I used to play around here all the time.
[chuckles]
Lulu's Lookout. I think that's the name of the place.
Mm, yeah. Place closed down. Now it's a parking deck.
[Claude] Oh, that was a hell of a place.
Yeah, in fact, the last night I played there,
old Red Ramus quit the band.
Some guy was razzing him about being a lousy fiddler,
which he was.
And then Red said something about the guy's girlfriend having a horse face,
which she did,
and, oh, my goodness, they were at it.
It was on like a couple of dogs.
Next morning, we bailed old Red out of jail.
He was madder than a wet rooster.
Said he'd had enough. He went back to Texas.
Well, last I heard, he made a million selling hot tubs.
[chuckles]
Must be nice.
Mm-hmm. He still can't play the fiddle.
[Wayne] Bob, why don't you run to the truck and grab a 320 modem?
Bob!
- What? - [Wayne] 320. Go.
Well, let me know if you need anything.
[dishes clinking]
She's a beauty, ain't she?
Used to belong to Duane Eddy.
I'd appreciate you closing her back up.
Yes, sir. I-- Mr. Allen, I… I'm sorry. I--
I've just-- I've never seen one of these in person before.
Oh, you must play.
Yeah. Yes, sir, I used to. Me and my brother used to--
We played Nashville a little bit.
Mm. Covers or original?
Mostly original.
Play the Ace of Clubs?
No.
- [Claude] Forty-One. - No, sir.
Well, you had to have played the Music City Lounge.
I can't say we did.
Well, do me a big favor and don't touch nothing else.
We played Bobby's.
Bobby's Bar?
Once.
Oh, you had to know what you were doing to play there.
What happened?
It didn't work out.
Why not?
We got in a wreck.
Oh.
[Wayne] Kid brother, Lloyd, he, uh…
It didn't work out.
Well, I'll tell you what.
It's dangerous living on the road.
Patsy Cline, Buddy Holly.
There have been a whole bunch of them.
Odds are something's bound to happen.
Hell, I don't know how we survived that old school bus
we traveled around in.
We tore out all the seats
and jammed a bunch of them recliners in there.
They used to slide around like bumper cars every time we made a turn.
Oh, hey.
Try this one out.
No, uh…
[Claude] Oh, go ahead.
Come on.
If it's in your soul, it don't go away.
Yeah, Bob, why don't you go ahead and finish up?
Yeah.
Play me one of yours.
[guitar plays]
♪ I don't do it for the money ♪
♪ I don't do it for the girls ♪
♪ I come alive when they hit me With them bright lights ♪
♪ That's the kind of rush I'm looking for ♪
Go on. Keep going.
♪ Longneck lies And smoke-filled barrooms ♪
[clears throat]
♪ Fits me like a pair of broken boots ♪
♪ Living this life on a neon highway ♪
♪ Playing this guitar, singing my songs ♪
♪ Troubadour on a dive bar big stage ♪
♪ Rockin' the house down all night long ♪
♪ The only way I know to do it Is to do it my way ♪
♪ Living a dream on a neon highway ♪
I'm a little rusty. I haven't touched a guitar in a while.
I, uh-- I thank you, though.
[sighs]
[Bob] We're all finished up here.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
It sure was nice to meet you, Mr. Allen.
I play too. I'm actually learning right--
Real good, son.
[chuckles] You keep at it.
That's just what the world needs.
Another picker.
[screams, laughs]
- Come look. - Let me see.
"We are pleased to inform you that you've been accepted
into the Summer High School Honors Program at the University of Tennessee."
- Thataboy. - Oh, Meemaw will be so excited.
- Let's give her a call. - Okay, let's go.
[banging]
[Wayne] Ah!
- [thud] - Ah!
[groaning]
[notes play]
[sighs]
[guitar plays]
♪ I don't do it for the money ♪
♪ I don't do it for the girls ♪
♪ I come alive when they hit me With them bright lights ♪
♪ That's the kind of rush I'm looking for ♪
♪ Smoke-filled bars and long… ♪
Good to hear you sing again.
Don't. Play some more.
Waste of time.
Wayne.
[banging]
[shouts]
Hey.
Everything okay?
Yeah.
Throw that away.
Hey, um…
So I've been thinking.
Some of my friends got jobs as counselors at camp this summer.
Maybe I should go with them.
What do you think?
I think you're going to UT. That's what I think.
I don't-- I'm not-- I'm not sure I want to.
Well, I want you to go.
I want you to go. And you got a hell of an opportunity here.
You're not missing that.
You're going.
- Really? - Yeah.
Now help me haul this thing to the street, will you?
Okay.
Well, howdy.
Something up with my phone?
No, no, question for you.
[Claude] Okay.
Was my song any good?
Yeah, sure.
Would you want to buy it?
[laughs]
I'm retired from that racket.
There ain't nothing I can do for you. But thanks for stopping by.
Oh, well, look, I'm sorry, Mr. Allen, but I can't let it go that easy.
Do you-- Do you know anyone that might want to buy it?
Can you help me get a cut?
[Claude] Oh, I see.
Come on in.
Son, when I said I was retired, I lied.
They retired me.
I'm about as useful to them as a flat tire.
You're a legend.
When's the last time you heard me on the radio?
[chuckles]
This business is a bitter mistress.
Oh, that's fine, thank you.
[Claude] It'll take what you got.
And with no warning at all run off to the next thing.
Don't matter if it's any good.
Just gotta be new.
[Wayne sighs]
I'm not complaining.
I had my day. [chuckles]
I don't have any money.
What you see here is all that's left.
I… I wish I could, but there's nothing I can do for you.
But, hey, you wrote a damn good song.
Ain't many people that can pull that off.
That's… That's what's important.
All the rest is bullshit.
Thank you, Mr. Allen.
Call me Claude.
Thank you, Claude.
[mid-tempo country music plays]
♪ Sometimes when I'm feeling low ♪
♪ There's a little place I go ♪
♪ Where the neon lights Make the world seem bright ♪
♪ And that Southern Comfort flows ♪
♪ All it takes is a couple of shots ♪
Good morning. Right on time.
Ha-ha. I like that.
[laughs]
I want to show you something.
Come on in.
- Hmm? - Come on.
Stand right there.
Better acoustics.
Yeah, give it a little Elvis echo.
- [laughs] - [guitar plays]
Ah, hold on.
- She always needs a little love. - [guitar tuning]
You know, this old boy told me a long time ago,
"Son, you don't want to listen to your head."
Listen to your gut. Closer to your heart.
And let the soul come through."
Interesting, huh? [chuckles]
Yeah, just let the song come to you.
Hmm.
♪ I don't do it for the money ♪
♪ I don't do it for the girls ♪
♪ I come alive when they hit me With them bright lights ♪
♪ That's the kind of rush I'm looking for ♪
♪ Longneck lies, smoke-filled barrooms ♪
♪ Fit me like a pair of broken boots ♪
Now here's the modulation on the chorus I came up with.
♪ Living the dream on a neon highway ♪
♪ Playing this guitar, singing my song ♪
♪ A troubadour on a dive bar big stage ♪
♪ Rocking the house down all night long ♪
♪ Only way I know to do it Is to do it my way ♪
♪ Living the dream on a neon highway ♪
Well, you get the idea.
Well, it ain't a hobby.
Oh, don't you worry, son. It's still your song.
I just made it better.
Well, you're welcome.
There you go.
Mmm.
Hey, you want some?
What am I supposed to do now?
Drink up.
I'm not talking about the coffee.
I know what you're talking about.
I've, uh… I've done what I know how to do.
Now it's up to you.
[sighs]
You know what?
I have an idea.
About buying the song?
[chuckles] Goodness, no.
I'm going to take it to Nashville, record it myself.
Just about everyone in that town owes me something one way or another.
So I'm calling in the favors.
I can do this for next to nothing.
I'll make a deal with a label, get it out there on the radio.
It's a straight-up business deal between me and you.
We split everything 50/50.
You serious?
As a train wreck.
Well, come on, what do you got to lose?
I suppose I could try to get some time off work.
Well, to tell you the truth, it might be better if I go it alone.
Between the lawyers, managers, and all the rest of them leeches,
having you around might just muddy the waters.
No.
I'm going.
Or no deal.
Oh, I see.
Well, let's make it legal.
[both chuckle]
You haven't even told Charley, have you?
Nope, and I don't have to.
I'm owed sick days anyhow.
But what if he finds out? What are we going to do?
Well, he won't.
You know, hearing you sing again was wonderful, okay?
After all these years, it was real emotional for me.
And I would love to hear more,
but to just pick up and go to Nashville with some ol' has-been
that everybody thinks is dead is ridiculous.
He's not a has-been.
Just been taking some time off, that's all.
- For 25 years? - [sighs]
He knows everybody in the industry. He's calling in favors.
It's not gonna be like last time.
Not a good tactic to bring that up.
I will never, ever get another chance like this.
I know it's crazy.
At least it's a shot.
I'm going to Nashville.
Me and Claude are recording my song.
And if it sells, it can mean a hell of a lot of money for us.
Those are dirty.
You know I've always loved your music.
But I love you more.
Just get back before Charley finds out.
Love you.
Don't open that. That's illegal.
[Wayne sighs]
Not anymore.
- How you doing on gas? - Just fine. Why?
'Cause I'm running on empty.
There's plenty of stores along the interstate.
Be faster anyhow.
No, I know ol' 41 better than my playlist.
Miami to Michigan.
I played every joint on this highway that's big enough to have a neon sign.
Have you done that?
Now, you want my help, shut up.
[Wayne] Oh, that radio don't work.
You need to get that fixed.
Waste of money.
No, it ain't. That's what it's all about.
If you ain't on that radio, you ain't nothing.
That's the prize we're after. That's why I said all this up.
What… What did you set up?
Oh.
Don't you worry. I got it all figured out.
I'll be making some calls when we get there.
I'll tell you what.
How about you make some calls right now?
Right now?
[Wayne] Right now. It's still business hours.
[laughs]
Okay.
That's not the way it's done.
But if it'll make you happy, what the hell?
[line ringing]
[receptionist] Studio Sandy. How may I help you?
Mornin', hon. Hook me up with the old man.
Old man?
Skitch.
Skitch?
Yeah, Skitch.
One moment please.
[country music plays]
Listen to that.
You hear them snaps on beats two and four?
They're as irritating as somebody popping gum.
This crap's like cotton candy.
Mostly nothing, and you're still hungry when it's done.
That's what's selling, isn't it?
That's why they call it "Cashville."
Nobody gives a rat's ass about nothing except money.
- [beep] - [receptionist] I'm sorry.
There doesn't seem to be a Mr. Skitch here.
Never mind.
I ain't wasting no more time talking to idiots
who don't even know their boss' nickname.
From here on out, we do it my way.
Got it?
Good.
I'm glad we cleared that up.
Well, I think we're… I think we're near Ring--
I think we're near Ringgold, yeah.
Yeah, I know where we are. Take that next right.
My throat's drier than a popcorn fart.
- [man singing in Spanish] - [pool balls clacking]
Oh, yeah.
[laughs]
Huh? Oh, come on.
- [sighs] - Watch this.
Hi, there, beautiful.
Hey. What can I get you?
Whiskey straight up, two of them.
Coming right up.
Aren't you…
[chuckles] Yes, ma'am. What's your name, hon?
Me? Rosie.
Well, Rosie, we are a couple of dry, weary troubadours
in need of refreshment,
not only of spirit, but of soul.
[chuckles] Yes, sir, Mr. Allen.
Oh, call me Claude.
- I went a little heavy on yours. - [Claude] Oh.
No.
Oh, well, thank you, brother.
Mmm.
Ahh.
Howdy, boys.
It's an honor to be in your personal den of iniquity.
Peace. Peace. [laughs]
What you got there, sister? Come on.
Oh, yeah. Claude loves you.
There it is. [chuckling] Oh, yeah.
How about you, young lady? Would you like something…
[indistinct conversation]
Are you anybody?
No, ma'am.
Well, that'll be 12 bucks, then.
He's still got it, don't he?
Let's hope so.
[Claude] Good to see you guys.
[haunting fiddle music plays]
[chuckles]
Hey.
You hear that?
[chuckling] Yeah.
Music City.
It's in the air.
Whoever that is, that's pretty good.
Good ain't good enough.
- [bell ringing] - [country music plays]
[Ray] Yeah, hold your horses.
Hold your horses. Hold your horses.
Evening.
If you wouldn't mind filling this out right here.
Don't forget to put your license plate number on there.
Checkout is noon.
If you need some ice, it's that little rinky-dink machine right out there.
Did you wash the sheets this time?
Oh, my God, Claude, is that you?
- 'Fraid so. - [laughs]
Where the heck have you been? Good gosh.
- I've been around. - Oh, my gosh.
What are you doing here? I thought you were in Oklahoma.
Well, I was, but that old girl,
she left me for a guy that owns a funeral parlor.
And if you ask me, I think she did it for the free makeup
that they use on the dead people.
And God knows she could use it, too.
[both laugh]
Then Pepper calls me up and she said
why don't I come back here and help her run the place, so…
Where is that beautiful sister of yours?
She went to the store here, you know. She'll be back.
- My God, it's great to see you. - Good to see you, too.
Oh, Ray, this here's Wayne Collins.
Hey, Wayne. How you doing, sir?
- Good to see you. - Good to see you.
So tell me, what you doing back in town?
Hmm.
I'm getting back in the game.
Oh, it's about time. Come on, now. You ain't kidding me, are you?
Nope, nope, nope, nope. I got-- Well, we got a song.
He and his brother made the rounds a few years ago.
Used to play at Bobby's.
Oh! Well, I can't say that I remember you,
but I don't remember much of anything anyhow.
[laughs]
If you got a room to spare we'd like to hole up here for a while.
Well, I got 12 rooms and 12 vacancies,
so I think I can squeeze you in here somewhere.
What an honor to have you here. Just like old times.
Well, this is business, so you go ahead and charge us the full rate.
No, sir. No, sirree, Bob.
When people find out you're staying here, they're gonna flock in from everywhere.
So you stay as long as you want.
And you don't owe me one thin dime.
Well, thank you, Ray. God love you.
Nothing better than old friends.
Even the ugly ones.
[laughs]
I'll be darned.
Good. Hot water cleared up.
[drawer rattling]
Hey, hey, easy, easy. Hey, hey, try the other one.
You know, when, uh, Ray and Pepper's folks built it,
this was the best place this side of town.
Then the new interstate opened up.
They ought to sell the damn thing, but nobody'd buy it.
How'd y'all meet?
Well, back in the day, she sang backup.
He played in my band. He was a pretty decent picker.
By God, it is you.
There's not never a time I'm not glad to see you.
My goodness, look at you.
You are a sight for these sorry old eyes.
Oh, come here.
- Ha! - Well, who's this?
Wayne Collins, ma'am. Real nice to meet you.
- What are you up to, old man? - Well…
Let me guess. Picker, singer, songwriter?
Well, used to be. Work for a telecom company now.
Well, that's good, honey. Keep your wits about you.
Don't let this busker steer you wrong.
Yes, ma'am.
Y'all come on up for a visit after a while.
Get yourselves settled in.
- Okay. - [Claude] Okay, okay.
[sighs]
I should've married that girl.
Why didn't you?
I couldn't after what she said to me.
I'll bite.
What'd she say?
She said, "Pack your shit and get out of here."
[guitars play]
♪ Leaving my poor darling all alone ♪
♪ All alone ♪
♪ With the cold prison bars All around me ♪
A-ha!
[both] ♪ And my head on a pillow of stone ♪
♪ Now if I had the wings of an angel ♪
♪ Over these prison walls I would fly ♪
♪ I'd fly to the arms of my darling ♪
♪ And there I'd be willing ♪
♪ To die ♪
Ahhhh-hoo!
Yeah, baby.
It is just so great having y'all here. I can't even tell you about it.
Oh, my Lord. You see this guy right here?
He's the best damn country singer there ever was.
And I mean ever. Ain't nobody better than him.
Well, I'll drink to that even though I know
you're the best damn liar in the world.
- [laughter] - [Ray] I mean it.
You think back about 20 years ago, there ain't nobody
that had more songs on the radio than this guy right here, period.
Yeah, that was more like 40 years ago.
Man, bet y'all had a good time.
[Ray] You're dadgum right we did.
Big time.
[Ray] Oh, my God.
Remember that time we went up to Pittsburgh
and you didn't think any of them Yankees were gonna show up?
By the time we got there, the place was completely sold out.
I mean, standing room only.
Yeah, like nobody's business.
And when we finished, nobody wanted to leave.
[laughs] It was like that everywhere we went.
I ain't kidding you there, you know? Come on, let's play another song.
I got one. I got one here. Watch this.
[chuckles]
Yeah. Okay.
♪ If the ocean was whiskey And I was a duck ♪
♪ I'd swim to the bottom And never come up ♪
[laughing]
- Uh-oh. Save the guitar! - [Pepper] Oh, Lord.
There you go. Let me get his feet here.
Come on, get up here.
There you go. You just take it easy.
Whew. [chuckles]
Claude, you know I love you.
But you do bring out the worst in some people.
[raking]
[Elton] Morning.
Morning.
Man, I already said that, didn't I?
Sorry. Hey, ain't you that fella, uh, staying with Mr. Allen?
Well, I mean, you gotta be right. You just came out of his room.
He is in that room, right? He's in there?
- Yep, yep. - Yeah. Wow.
Man, I cannot believe Claude Allen is staying here.
He's staying here. Claude Allen's staying here.
I stay here too. I live here too.
And I work here too. My name is Elton.
- Right, Elton. - Wow. Boy.
I bet you must be something if you're playing with him.
I mean, he is a piece of living history, you know, a legend.
He might be the last one left.
- Okay, Elton? - Yes, sir.
Where can I get some coffee?
Coffee?
- Oh, coffee? - Yeah.
Oh, Pepper.
Pepper… Pepper has coffee.
Pepper has coffee right there, right in that office.
- Okay. - Yeah.
- Thanks, bud. - Yeah.
- Morning. - [Wayne] Yeah, morning. Morning.
Man.
Ain't that something?
- [bell jingles] - [country music plays]
Morning.
Good morning.
Boy, do I need some of this. [chuckles]
I can make a fresh pot.
Oh, no, this is… This is just fine.
How's, uh… How's Ray?
Still passed out where we left him.
How long has this guy been working for you?
A few months.
He showed up one night offering to work for a place to park his old camper.
He had a fiddle in his hand, so Ray couldn't say no.
Oh.
We hid it out back.
Thought it'd scare people off.
He's not much good at anything,
but when he picks up that fiddle…
Hmm!
I think we heard him play last night. Not half bad.
A lot of things around here burn bright in the night,
then the sun comes up.
Well, makes me glad I'm here with Claude.
You got a family?
Yes, ma'am. Wife, two kids.
Tell you what.
You stay here a few days, get it out of your system.
Then go on home and forget it.
I've been here before.
Not so easy to forget.
Well, I wish you both luck.
So what's Claude's plan?
Oh, Lord only knows. Guess I'll find out when he wakes up.
Go wake him up.
Get!
- Now! Get! - Yes, ma'am.
[bell jingles]
Hey, wake up, man. Pepper wants to talk to you.
- Come on. - Huh?
What for?
Uh, Mr. Allen?
[Pepper] Get away from there!
Come on, Pepper. I got a plan.
What?
We record a demo, then take it to Southlane Records.
[Pepper] It's that simple? Really?
- Well, there are a few details. - Who do you know at Southlane?
Bob Wells. You remember old Bob.
I remember Bob Wells, for God sakes.
He retired, gotta be ten years ago.
I'll take it to PZE.
No, you won't either. They don't even exist.
First you gotta make a demo. Where are you going to do that?
You ain't set nothing up, have you?
I called Studio Sandy yesterday. You saw me.
You didn't talk to nobody.
That girl didn't know nothing. Besides, I'm better in person.
I'll call Skitch again today.
Skitch done merged with Buck Bates.
- [chuckles] Not Buck. - [Ray] Yep.
Well, I'll deal with Skitch.
No, you won't. He don't even come in there anymore.
Buck runs the whole shebang by himself.
Everything you know isn't that way anymore.
You might want to consider going home right now.
Hell no. We got a great song.
That's all that matters.
I'll think of something.
Come on, Wayne, we got work to do.
Remember, it's your song. Keep an eye on him.
Damn right it's my song.
I hope we did the right thing.
Lord only knows.
- Lord only knows. - Yeah.
- [muffled country music plays] - [Claude grunting]
I don't remember so many steps.
[Wayne] You sure this is the right place?
Okay, okay.
I'm just saying, it seems like a weird place for a studio is all.
What'd you expect, Studio B?
Quit asking so many questions.
Now do exactly what I say.
But we're--
How many deals you put together in this town?
Don't say nothing.
I got this.
Mornin', darlin'.
[quietly] Sit over there.
Yes? May I help you?
Well, aren't you a pretty thing?
- I'm here to see Buck. - Do you have an appointment?
- No, don't need one. - I'm sorry.
- But without an appointment, I'm afraid-- - Cut the crap, lady.
There's no need to be rude.
Sister, I'm lucky to be housebroken.
Tell Buck Claude Allen is here.
Oh, Mr. Allen.
I'll let him know right away.
[quietly] I said sit over there.
Mr. Bates, Claude Allen is here to see you.
Mr. Bates says he'll be right with you.
Can I get you a coffee or tea?
No, thanks, no.
Claude Allen.
Hey, stranger. So good to see you.
Oh, good to see you too, Buck. How's business?
Well, I can't complain.
He with you?
- Nope, don't know him at all. - Oh.
Take a seat and somebody'll be with you in a minute.
Come on back. How long has it been?
It's so good to see you, uh, out and about.
I'll bet it's been 20 years…
♪ To get me through the night so long ♪
♪ My baby done done me wrong ♪
♪ And I need a place to hide ♪
♪ Now I'm here with a broken heart ♪
♪ Love wasn't what… ♪
- You should have told me you were in town. - [chuckles]
I really don't have much time, but, uh, so nice of you to drop by.
- Oh, thank you. - So how's… How's the family?
They're all dead, Buck. But that don't matter.
I got something here, and I want to make you part of it.
Claude.
This song is as good as anything I ever recorded.
It can't lose.
You know one isn't enough anymore.
I got more, a lot more, enough for a whole damn album.
Let me talk to Skitch. He can smell a hit.
Skitch isn't here. I am.
Okay, I want to make you part of this deal.
You know, I could have taken it anywhere but didn't.
I came to you.
You need a hit.
Well, so do I.
What's the deal?
I need studio time to make a demo.
What's in it for me?
Once we sign with a label, I'll come back here and you'll produce it.
Uh…
Well…
We're booked solid for the next few weeks.
But I might be able to work you in tomorrow at 4:00.
Oh.
It'll be just like the good old days.
I'll need at least three hours and backup.
Two hours. Get your own backup.
You won't regret it, Buck.
This is a bullet.
I can feel it in my bones.
[country music plays]
See you later, darling.
Hope not.
Open up.
Sorry about cutting you out.
That's just the way it went down.
I'm part of this too, remember? 50/50.
Yeah, 50/50.
Just making sure.
Hey, I got us a session for free.
It's about the only good deal I ever got out of that lying jackass.
Oh, by the way, you got more songs, don't you?
Yeah.
Good.
Leopold's, the best. Peace, brother.
Love their strawberry.
[man] ♪ I don't drink ♪
♪ 'Cause I know my mind And every time I do ♪
♪ I just think… ♪
- Been here before? - No.
Well, pay attention. You might learn something.
Whiskey on the rocks.
So what do you think?
He's killing it.
Not him. Watch the drummer.
That's Max Attaway. Used to play for me years ago.
Rest of them are some of the best session guys in town.
They've been together a long time. They're about as tight as it gets.
♪ I don't drink ♪
♪ 'Cause I know my mind And every time I do ♪
♪ I just think about what you're doing ♪
♪ And who you're doing it to ♪
♪ I don't take no pills to kill the pain ♪
♪ They ain't never told me the truth ♪
♪ I don't smoke ♪
♪ 'Cause I'll never get high enough To get over you ♪
♪ I don't smoke ♪
♪ 'Cause I'll never get high enough To get over you ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ All right ♪
[applause]
Thank y'all.
[song ends]
If y'all like what you're hearing, check out my CD,
"Lamont Johnson Sings the Classics."
And speaking of classics, y'all,
Mr. Claude Allen just walked in the building.
[crowd cheers]
Hey, Claude, why don't you come up and join us.
You know him?
Hell, I can't remember.
But in this business, we're one big happy family.
[cheers and applause]
Sounds like you're up.
Sit down.
Come on!
[cheers and applause continue]
Sorry, folks, I'm honored,
but I'm a bit under the weather tonight.
But I got another idea. This here's my backup singer.
Lamont, old buddy, let's give him a shot.
Come on up.
[cheers and applause]
You show 'em how it's done.
[Wayne] Y'all know "My Heart Is Bleeding"?
- We got you. - All right, I got you.
Fall in.
♪ My heart is bleeding ♪
♪ My lungs are drowning ♪
♪ My baby's on fire… ♪
Hit me again. Make it a double.
♪ I soiled the bed ♪
♪ Yeah, man, that there's the truth ♪
Heh.
♪ Lord grant me forgiveness ♪
♪ Oh, for what I done wrong ♪
How many you need, Claude?
- I'll go with what I got. - Max?
I'll take three.
Just one, Pops.
Uh, two for me.
Dealer gets one.
Listen, boys, uh, I need a little help.
Uh, I got a new song, and I need some backup to make a demo.
When?
This afternoon at 4:00.
[scoffs]
I ain't doing it unless it's union.
What is scale these days?
About triple what it was last time you did anything.
Well, it's my bet, boys.
Five bucks.
I'll see your five.
All right, I'll take five.
And then I'll raise you 15.
How about that?
This game's a little bit too rich-blooded.
I fold.
I'll see your $20 and raise you ten.
All right, there's your ten. What do you got?
Three little ladies.
Three old hags, more like.
[chuckling]
[cellphone vibrating]
Hello?
[Wayne] Hey, Gin.
Wayne? Are you okay?
[Wayne] Yeah. Been a long day, but good one.
We booked a studio for the demo and now we're lining up musicians.
At 3:30 in the morning?
Yeah, they work late. Anything from Charley?
Just a text.
He asked if you're okay. I said yes.
Thank goodness he didn't ask how sick you are.
Oh, good.
[laughter]
Hang on a second.
[Claude] I can get these boys on the cheap,
but I need more cash. How much you got?
[laughter, chatter]
That's good.
That's all I got!
Ain't you got a credit card?
- [Wayne] I'll have to call you back. - O… Okay.
All right, boys, here's $120.
Let's play another round of straight poker, Max,
just you and me.
You win, you boys split the money.
I win, you still split the money, but I get my backup.
Straight poker, nothing wild?
Yeah.
All right. Deal 'em up. Deal 'em up.
- [Claude exhales slowly] - I feel good.
Well, Claude,
your little ladies seem to like the look of me,
'cause here they are.
You win.
That's it for me. I'm out of here.
Yeah, have to get home before the rooster crows.
I'll come to the studio. Which one is it?
To tell you the truth, I don't need a singer.
But you be careful driving home.
The hell was that? You lost.
Huh! These boys are union.
Even if I did win,
that's not enough to pay 'em for a coffee break.
Don't worry.
I'm playing the sympathy card here. They'll be there.
Lamont won't be.
Because he's too damn good.
I don't need that.
Can I go home, Claude?
Oh, yeah.
I would've left you a bigger tip, but they got all my money.
You've never tipped me as long as I've known you.
Get the hell outta here.
Be glad to.
Afternoon!
Yeah.
Afternoon.
[Wayne groans]
Well, you're still alive.
Barely.
Where'd you guys go last night?
Shorty's.
Claude got in a poker game.
I hope he didn't lose your car.
Nah, just all my cash.
But he did to get a bunch of guys together for the session, so there's that.
He's something.
Yes, he is.
But to tell you the truth, it's hard on me when he shows up.
Ah.
Ray starts acting like he's 19.
I start reminiscing.
Hell, it was 40 years ago.
Wow.
Sometimes it feels like yesterday.
Hey, I know Ray said you guys could stay as long as you want.
How much longer do you think you'll need?
I imagine we'll probably be done tonight.
No. Never mind. Let's call it an investment.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
It's a good song.
Thank you.
[sighs]
Mr. Allen! Mr. Allen!
See? Nobody's here.
I'm sorry, Mr. Allen.
I was about to give you guys up. Is it just you two?
There's three more joining us.
They'd better hurry up. You're half an hour in already.
- Well, we just got here. - The schedule doesn't know that.
- Sorry I'm late. - Where is everybody?
What'd you expect?
But they took all my money.
You mean all my money.
Yeah, well, you lost the bet.
Well, doesn't matter. Let's just get to work.
Wayne, can you play bass?
Nope. I can fake it.
[Max] There's a studio bass right over there.
God love you, Max.
I hope so.
No one else does.
I know you still got it, little girl.
Show me the way.
What are you doin' here?
Max convinced me.
I told you I don't need a singer.
He's the only one that would come, Claude.
So shut up, thank him, and show us the song.
All right, just sit over there, out of the way.
You know what? Let's just go and do it.
Taking too long. Let's just do it.
Okay, count us down. Count us down.
[indistinct chatter]
Can we just try one… Ask him if we can just do one more.
One more, please.
Hold it, hold it! Okay, here's where I want to push.
Sorry, sorry, sorry. Let's take it again.
- Lamont! - Here we go. Right away. Go.
[telephone rings]
You're kidding.
They've been at it for two hours and we haven't recorded anything.
What do you want me to do?
[Claude] Hold it, hold it, hold it! Okay!
There he goes again.
And when I get to the last line of the bridge,
Max, do a drum lick.
And, Lamont, stop humming!
Man, he's humming 'cause you need some harmonies.
You need some silence.
I got you this far.
Keep your mouth shut and your bowels open, and you'll live longer.
Yeah, Claude, but he was right. You need both of those.
Okay, come on, get us going. Let's get us going.
Two, three, four.
♪ Shinin' like the stars up in the sky ♪
♪ Just want to see my name On the marquee sign ♪
♪ Living' the dream on a neon highway… ♪
[sighs]
You put anything down yet?
No.
♪ A troubadour on a dive bar…♪
Where'd he get the song?
I think the guy playing the bass wrote it.
Anybody here for the next session?
Trey and Eddie ought to be.
Send 'em in.
Lamont, this ain't your rodeo.
Drop it down a notch!
Wayne, this is your song. He's ruining it.
What now?
Sorry, guys. We're here for the next session.
They told us to come on in and help out.
Oh, my God. Are you Claude Allen?
I thought you were…
My grandmother loves you.
I can't wait to tell her I met you.
I gotta take a piss.
Hey. Don't take it personal.
- He's that way to everybody. - I always heard he was an asshole.
- I don't need this. - Come on, stick around.
You know Lamont, and that's Wayne.
This is his song, not Claude's.
Here, play it for him, man.
No, I'm not touching Claude's guitar.
It'll only take a minute.
Come on, man, we gotta get this thing recorded.
I got a gig tonight.
♪ Living this dream on a neon highway ♪
♪ Playing this guitar, singing my songs ♪
♪ A troubadour on a dive bar big stage ♪
♪ Rockin' the house down all night long ♪
♪ Only way I know to do it Is to do it my way ♪
Okay, boys, I got this.
Give it to me.
I said give her to me.
He's got the bass.
You sit this one out.
Lamont, I want to hear you more.
You and I are gonna sound good together.
You start us off.
Max, count us in.
Two, three, four.
[telephone rings]
- What? - [engineer] They're about done.
- How is it? - It's great. Really good.
Make sure to get Claude to sign for the session.
Will do.
Well done, darlin'.
That was great.
- Yes, it was. - Felt like we nailed it.
Thanks, guys. Let's grab a beer.
- I'm in. - Cool.
Mr. Allen! I need you to sign this invoice.
Buck and I have an agreement.
Yeah, for two hours.
Uh, you went a little bit over five.
I'll give you that and only charge you for three.
Uh, with the session guys, it brings it up to $5,635.
That son of a bitch.
Oh, Wayne.
You wrote a hell of a song.
Sorry you got cut out.
No, it's all right. You made it way better.
- Appreciate it. - You're a great singer.
Let's do it again.
See you across the street.
- Yeah. - All right. Later.
Hey! Hey, wait a minute.
I can't give you the recording unless you sign this.
[Wayne sighs]
[Claude and Buck arguing indistinctly]
I ain't paying for that!
But you needed them. I was trying to help.
Bullshit! You're running up the bill.
You ain't never gonna change. You lying…
- You're the one who's not gonna change. - …sleazy mother--
- Come on. - Hey!
- I'm trying to help you out. - Get your hands off me!
And this guy.
This guy trusts you with that great song of his.
- Am I right? - About what?
It's your song. You wrote it, didn't you?
Yeah.
Except…
Except what?
My brother and I co-wrote it.
He's dead. What difference does it make?
No, he's not. He's not dead.
I haven't seen him in years, but he's not dead.
You should have told me that.
I figured it didn't make a difference. I'll split my half with him.
Here you go.
- Hey, give me that, Claude. - Fix it, and fix it fast.
Sorry, Buck.
That's all right. I'll take care of it.
Claude doesn't own that recording until the invoice is paid.
I'm really sorry about all this.
I thought Claude had everything figured out.
Here, let me take a look, see if I can help you out.
No, it's already cut to the bone.
So you owe me the money.
I can't afford this.
I'm afraid Claude's taken advantage of your honest nature, as well as mine.
Ah, don't be embarrassed.
I've seen all this before, especially with Claude.
I usually don't do this, but I could set up a payment plan, or…
Or what?
I'm pitching to a major artist,
and I could include your song in there.
It could mean a lot of money.
What about Claude?
He didn't write it.
You and your brother sign this release, and we've got a deal.
You don't sign it, you got 30 days.
[Ray] Ah! Come on!
[objects clattering]
Hey, hey, hey, hey! What're you doing this by yourself for?
I'm not, now that you're here. Grab a hold of this thing here.
Let's just sit it right over here.
Thank you. Perfect. Perfect, perfect.
Whew!
What are you doing with this old junker, anyhow?
I'm restoring her.
Why?
'Cause she's a classic, for God's sake.
First thing I ever bought brand spanking new.
Well, almost new.
I got it when I was on the road with Claude.
I wish to heck I'd taken better care of her,
but I can tell you one thing for sure.
She's gonna get a second chance at being a beauty.
Just shine her on up there. She's gonna be nice.
I got some beers in here. You want one?
Yeah, sure.
Whoa, doggie!
[music playing softly over radio]
[sighs]
[radio static]
Might want to get a new one of those, too.
Oh, I grew up with that thing.
There you go.
When I was a kid, back in Mississippi,
we didn't have a TV.
So, every Saturday night,
we'd circle around this little baby right here
and we'd listen to the Grand Ole Opry.
And I'd look to the back of this thing here, and I'd see these…
glowing tubes, and I couldn't figure out.
I went, "What makes them glow?"
And you know what I came up with?
It's the music.
And I still believe that.
[Ray chuckles]
Where's ol' Claude?
Don't know.
You okay?
You get it done?
Yeah.
Well, you pleased? Is Claude happy?
Don't know.
Don't bore me with too much details here, now.
It's Claude, ain't it?
[music stops]
Well, I shoulda warned you. He can be an obnoxious ass.
I love him like a brother, but also like a brother,
I want to kill him most of the time, too.
And so you got to understand here is that Claude ain't like all the rest of us.
When he was like five, six years old,
he was giving professionals advice on things to do.
And he wasn't shy about it, either. [chuckles]
And… And people aren't always comfortable about that.
Well, neither am I.
Well, is your song better now that Claude got a hold of it?
Yes.
There you go. It's hard.
It's hard for him, too.
Yeah.
Thanks for the beer.
Sit down.
I ain't done with you. Sit.
You know, back in the day,
there wasn't anybody bigger than Claude.
And then in a heartbeat, it all went away.
And he went back to playing the highway joints where he started.
But you know what?
He was happy.
He was happy because he was playing the music that he loved
to people that loved it.
And that's all that mattered.
None of that other stuff meant anything to him.
Then his fans started dying off.
He started drinking a little bit too much.
What's that got to do with me?
Everything.
You got him going again.
[sighs]
Buck wants the song.
That's good. He'll get it out there and some record label will sign your deal.
He doesn't want the recording. He wants the song.
Oh.
Does Claude know this?
Don't you think you owe him that?
Tell you the truth, I'm not sure I owe him much of anything.
Wayne.
You love making music?
Ever since I was a kid,
it's how I wanted to make a living.
That ain't what I asked you.
Oh, boy.
What are you doin' up?
Waiting on you.
Buck says we can't use the demo till we pay for it.
I can't.
Can you?
No.
Then he wants the song.
Did you sign anything?
No.
Thanks.
But I might.
Don't. Please.
Wayne!
You have 30 days.
[door closes]
It must be bad news for you to come in person.
Just thought I'd drop by.
What do you want?
Can I come in?
How's business?
Right now, I'm busy filling an order for my distributor in Japan.
Got a good business there.
The internet, you know.
Yeah. That's good.
- Hey, can we talk? - About what?
"Neon Highway."
[scoffs]
I haven't thought about that in years. What about it?
I'm putting together a record deal.
You're putting together a deal?
- [Lloyd laughs] - Me and Claude Allen.
I did an installation at his house. He heard the song. He likes it.
We took it to Nashville and made a demo.
You sang with Claude Allen?
No, actually, I didn't get to.
Oh. That sucks.
You finally get to the big time, and you didn't even get to sing.
Yeah.
[paper rustles]
Listen, we got to sign this over to the producer
in order to make a deal.
We'll split it 50/50.
You can have it all. I don't want anything to do with it.
Yeah.
You ever think about what could have been?
Nope.
[pen clatters]
When was the last time you played guitar?
I don't have one.
Look, I gotta get these rods out today, so…
Good luck with it.
Yeah.
[laughing]
Where you been?
I went to see Lloyd.
He signed the deal with Buck.
How about you?
Not yet.
Good.
'Cause this time tomorrow, we're gonna be celebrating
after we make a deal with Ed Brown.
Ed over at Southlane?
- Yep! - Hey!
Taking it to him in the morning.
Still partners?
[laughing]
This calls for a drink.
[Claude] Yep. There it is.
Park. Park right here.
[Claude] Where you going?
I'm staying with you this time.
We're not going in.
We're gonna sit right here till Ed shows up.
See that sign with his name on it? That's his parking spot.
I thought you set up a meeting.
That'd be a waste of time.
Too many distractions inside.
He'll be along shortly. Make yourself comfortable.
Something's up. He shoulda been here by 10:00.
About the only good thing I can say about Ed
is he's always been consistent.
You know him that well?
I was his first hitmaker.
Truth is, I helped him pay for this place.
Back then, I owned a third of it.
We were like family.
There he is.
Hold on. Hold on. This is between me and Ed.
It's personal.
When I sold out to him, he promised
that whenever I wanted him to release something, he would.
So I'm calling it in.
Now let me do it my way.
Please.
[cellphone vibrating]
- [Wayne] Hey, Gin. - [Ginny] Hey.
I only have a second before the bell rings.
How's it going?
Claude's in a meeting right now at Southlane Records.
So, are you coming home soon?
Soon.
- Maybe tonight. - Um, Charley called.
- You told him? - Well, he asked. I had to.
He's really stuck his neck out for you.
So if you're not back by tomorrow, they'll probably fire you both.
Are you hearing me?
Yeah. Yeah.
No, I hear you.
There's the bell. I gotta get to my class.
Yeah.
Mr. Allen!
[knocking]
How'd it go?
- Didn't. - Oh, man! I never liked Ed anyway.
And I'm gonna tell you something. He ain't the only game in town either.
Yes, he is.
No one else will even touch Claude, and you know it.
What, did he piss off everyone in this town?
Yeah. More than once.
That's because he is a genius, and people don't understand him.
No, it's because nobody likes him. I don't like him either.
I love him, but I don't like him.
Wayne, sign with Buck.
- It's the only way out of this mess. - No!
Come on, now!
Claude'll figure something out here.
Grow up, Ray!
No one will even talk to him, let alone make a deal with him.
You want me to grow up?
You can't even get over the fact that he dumped you 30 years ago.
How about you growing up, Pepper?
I dumped him!
Yeah, right.
We had a deal. Made it legal.
A handshake ain't legal.
Mm. To me, it is.
Sign and go home.
Mr. Collins! Mr. Collins! Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Hold up. Hey.
So, uh, so I've been working on, uh, something for a while now, a song.
And I been practicing really hard,
and I was wondering if I played it for you,
if you thought that, uh, Mr. Allen would like it.
Go tell him yourself.
I'm going home.
Wait, wait. Whoa, whoa.
Home? Like home home home?
Wait. But wait, what about… What about your song
And what about your deal? What about Mr. Allen?
You should go home, too.
I hope you're happy.
None of this makes me happy.
Daddy! Daddy!
Hey! There's my little girl!
- How you doing? - I got some new tennis shoes.
New tennis shoes? What happened to your other ones?
Oh, it's a long story.
Well?
I signed the contract this morning.
Lloyd did, too.
You went to see him?
- Yeah. - Wow.
Well, you know, if nothing else good comes out of this,
at least you talked to Lloyd.
I'm gonna go see some shoes.
Do I still got a job?
Ginny called.
Congratulations, man.
You did it!
Ah, I'm still broke.
Well, you won't be for long.
Well, right now, I just need a job.
Well, let's get you some work orders.
Thanks.
Oh, just do me a favor, though.
Please, only tell Bob the bad stuff.
All right? Nothing good. Nothing. Or I'll never hear the end of it.
Probably never hear the end of it anyway.
Hey, congratulations, Collins.
How about getting me a date with Carrie Underwood?
She's happily married there and I don't think she likes rednecks.
- Ah, come on! - Congratulations, Mr. Collins.
I heard the news, man. You gotta be flyin'!
- You going back to sit in on the session? - [Wayne] Nope.
Why not?
I mean, they'll probably let you do that, won't they?
Maybe.
You know, for someone that just won the lottery, you don't seem to care much.
You're right. I don't.
It's ready!
Wayne! Where is he?
I think he's in the garage.
- Hold on. We'll be right back. - Thanks, Mom.
Dinner's on the table.
The kids are waiting.
Okay.
What are you doing?
We gotta have a garage sale, pay for Hal's honors program.
I thought you had a deal.
We do.
It's still gotta get recorded and released.
It's still a long shot.
Wait. You can't sell your guitar.
It's good for a few bucks. I don't need it anymore.
What happened in Nashville?
I sold the song. That's what happened.
The only way I could make the deal was to force Claude out.
- Is he okay with that? - It's not his song.
He has to be.
Are you okay with it?
The kids are waiting.
[knocking]
Claude!
Hell no! I have Pam Tillis coming in here tomorrow for a session.
Well, I don't want to stab Claude in the back.
I'd stab him in the stomach if I could.
This is your signature and your brother's.
It's legal, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.
So get the hell out of here or I'll call the police.
Claude here? I need to talk to him.
He's in the hospital.
What?
Ray was gonna drive him home,
but before they could leave, he passed out.
Oh, no.
I gotta tell you, he was pretty down when you left.
We talked him into staying a while, make sure he was okay, but…
It's all my fault.
No.
It's this damn business.
And the way he's lived.
I'm amazed he's lasted this long.
I'll tell him you stopped by.
No, I… I'll tell him myself. Where is he?
Parklane Hospital, downtown.
[Ray snoring]
[Ray gasps, clears throat]
What the hell?
[coughs]
- What you doing here? - Figured you was getting lonely.
How is he?
Well, they're doing a bunch of tests on him right now.
When I saw him, he didn't look so good.
But he's a tough old bird,
and if anybody can make it through this, it'll be him.
You gonna stay?
Yeah.
That's good.
Yes, sir. That's real good.
[news broadcast playing softly on TV]
Red nine to black ten.
Ooh, nice.
You think we'll see anything about Claude on the news?
No. Nobody gives a rat's ass.
Unless he dies. Then they'll all come flocking in.
This town loves a good funeral.
The hell of it is, all the radio stations'll be playing his music 24/7,
but he won't be around to hear it.
Ten.
You know, he never tried anything like this before.
Thought he could make it happen, like the old days.
Yeah.
Your song's that good.
It got him going again.
At least for a while.
[footsteps approaching]
I thought he might like this.
[laughs]
[coughing]
Take it easy.
How you feeling?
If it ain't hurtin', it ain't workin'.
You want me to call a nurse?
Nah.
All she'll do is stick me with another needle.
Go on home. You're too old for this.
Hangin' around here, you might catch something.
Well, you can go to hell, 'cause I'm gonna stay as long as I want.
Elton brought this to you.
He thought you might get tired of watching the TV.
Ah, tell him thanks.
Wayne's out there. You want me to go get him?
I don't want nothing to do with him.
Sorry, Wayne. Maybe he'll feel better tomorrow.
He doesn't want to see me, does he?
No.
Can't say I blame him.
Well, I thought you were partners.
Didn't work out.
Oh.
Does that mean we're not gonna hear Claude singing your song on the radio?
No, we're not.
Well, why not? I mean, it's good, ain't it?
It's gotta be, with Claude and everything, it's got--
Elton, just shut up!
Oh, to hell with this.
I'm not gonna sit around and just wait for him to die.
Maybe Claude was right about him.
Yeah.
[telephone rings]
Southlane Records. Hold, please.
- May I help you? - Uh, yes, ma'am.
We're experiencing an emergency on the upstream hard line.
Don't want you to have a brownout.
Just need a few minutes in your telecom closet.
- Do you have a work order? - You bet.
[telephone rings]
Southlane Records. Yes, sir.
Uh, it's downstairs, just past the break room.
Uh, I'm sorry, sir…
["Neon Highway" plays]
♪ I don't do it for the money ♪
♪ I don't do it for the girls… ♪
Did you find the problem?
You're all set, and you never sounded better.
♪ I come alive when they hit me… ♪
Claude Allen.
Yep, I said it, Claude Allen. He's got a new song out.
Now, I don't know how,
but he's on call waiting systems everywhere in Nashville.
I'm talking all over the place.
And he's always done things his own way.
And now he's at it again.
Just listen to this.
♪ Living the dream… ♪
What?
♪ On the neon highway ♪
♪ Playin' this guitar, singin' my songs ♪
Put me on hold.
Now.
♪ A troubadour on a dive bar big stage ♪
♪ Rockin' the house down… ♪
Son of a bitch.
♪ Only way I know to do it is… ♪
Pam.
Why didn't you tell me that was Claude Allen's song?
It's not. I own the rights. See?
Let me tell you something.
Claude Allen was a friend of my daddy's, and I'm not stealing anything from him.
Matter of fact, neither are you.
And don't you ever call me again.
- So, I guess the session's canceled? - Shut up.
♪ I drive on these white lines ♪
♪ Remind me this is What I was born to do ♪
♪ Livin' the dream on a neon highway ♪
♪ Playin' this guitar, singin' my songs ♪
♪ A troubadour on a dive bar big stage ♪
♪ Rockin' the house down all night long ♪
♪ Only way I know to do it Is to do it my way ♪
♪ Livin' the dream on the neon highway ♪
I know, Max. It's all over the TV news too.
- Oh, Wayne. - I gotta go.
Have you heard?
How'd you do it?
- How'd I do what? - [Ray] Come on, now.
You got it out there somehow.
Oh, the song. Yeah. You know, I heard something about that.
Whatever happened probably ain't legal,
or whoever did in a whole bunch of trouble. [laughs]
Is Claude happy?
Happy don't describe it. He wants to see you. You wait right here.
That's just… That's righteous, man.
This is righteous.
♪ Only way I know to do it Is to do it my way ♪
♪ Livin' the dream on the neon highway ♪
♪ Neon highway ♪
Hey.
I look like hell, don't I?
You never were pretty. [chuckles]
You're smarter than you look.
How'd you do it?
I just did what I know how to do.
You'll probably get fired.
Yeah, or worse.
But the song's out there now.
No one can change that.
You're right.
- I'll let you get some rest. - Wayne.
Up against the wall.
That case.
Bring it here.
Up here.
Open it.
Close it.
Take it.
I can't.
I ain't askin', I'm tellin'.
I don't think I'm gonna make it out of this joint.
If you don't take it, the lawyers will.
I've done all I know how to do.
Now it's up to you, son.
Mm?
Yeah.
He gave me this. He's not thinking clear.
Why don't you hang on to it for him?
No.
He knows exactly what he's doing.
[Elton] Hey, you earned it.
[Claude] Where are you going?
Nowhere.
What you doing?
Holding your hand, you old fool.
Mm. That's nice.
Can you ever forgive me for kicking you out?
I don't blame you for nothin'.
In that case, we gotta get you out of here.
Hm. That an invitation?
Yeah.
I like the feel of your hand in mine.
Feels good.
Like old times.
Yeah.
I figured you'd stop by.
- I heard it. - Yeah?
And?
You gave me all the credit.
Why?
I figured you'd get a kick out of that.
Did you?
Yeah. Yeah, I did.
[chuckles]
I want to show you something.
[Lloyd] That's an original White Falcon.
It was Claude's.
He gave it to me.
Every song he ever wrote was with that guitar.
He wouldn't let anybody touch it. I learned that the hard way.
It's yours.
No, I, uh…
I… I don't play.
It's, um… It's been too long, and…
If it's in your soul, it doesn't go away.
Well…
I gotta go see if I still have a job or not.
Hey, by the way, I was thinking.
Would you want to come by for dinner Sunday?
Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that.
Everybody says we wrote a pretty good song.
Maybe we ought to try again.
Let me think about it.
Well, I won't do it without you.
I'll see you Sunday.
And, uh…
Don't forget your guitar.
[radio static]
♪ I don't do it for the money ♪
♪ I don't do it for the girls ♪
♪ I come alive when they hit me With the bright lights ♪
♪ That's the kind of rush I'm looking for ♪
♪ Longneck lies And smoke-filled barrooms ♪
♪ Fit me like a pair of broken boots ♪
♪ Living the dream on a neon highway ♪
♪ Playing this guitar, singing my songs ♪
♪ A troubadour on a dive bar big stage ♪
♪ Rockin' the house down all night long ♪
♪ The only way I know to do it Is to do it my way ♪
♪ Living the dream on a neon highway ♪
♪ This neon highway ♪
♪ No, you don't get to choose it ♪
♪ No, this life chooses you ♪
♪ Every country mile I drive on these white lines ♪
♪ Remind me that this is What I was born to do ♪
♪ Living the dream on a neon highway ♪
♪ Playing this guitar, singing my songs ♪
♪ A troubadour on a dive bar big stage ♪
♪ Rockin' the house down all night long ♪
♪ The only way I know to do it Is to do it my way ♪
♪ Living the dream on a neon highway ♪
♪ Neon highway ♪
♪ Shinin' like the stars up in the sky ♪
♪ Just wanna see my name On the marquee sign ♪
♪ Living the dream on a neon highway ♪
♪ Playing this guitar, singing my songs ♪
♪ A troubadour on a dive bar big stage ♪
♪ Rockin' the house down all night long ♪
♪ The only way I know to do it Is to do it my way ♪
♪ Living the dream on a neon highway ♪
♪ The neon highway ♪
♪ Mmm ♪