River of No Return

No return, no return

There is a river

Called the River of No Return

Sometimes it's peaceful

And sometimes wild and free

Love is a traveller

On the River of No Return

Swept on forever

To be lost in the stormy sea

Wailaree!

I can hear the river call

No return, no return

Where the roaring waters fall Wailaree!

I can hear my lover call

Come to me

No return, no return

I lost my love on the river

And forever my heart will yearn

No return, no return

Gone, gone forever

Down the River of No Return

No return, no return

Wailaree!

She'll never return to me

No return, no return, no return

- Your Bible, padre. Don't lose it now. - Thank you.

I expected to find a small trading post,

and instead, Sodom and Gomorrah.

All because someone has found gold in this earth.

You looking for it too, padre?

I came here as a missionary to the Indians.

I think the white man will need me more.

- Good evening, padre. - Good evening.

Who's in charge of all this?

The padre'd say the devil.

What about this trading post? The devil got that too?

No, I still got this.

I'm looking for a boy. About nine?

He was to be delivered here by a man named Martin.

- You seen him? - They were here.

Were or are?

I understand the man took off for the hills almost as soon as they pulled in.

What about the boy?

He's probably walking around here, lost.

Well, if he comes in, would you hold onto him for me?

- What's his name? - His name is Mark Calder.

- How old did you say? - Nine.

What's your name?

I'm not lost.

One silver dollar

Bright silver dollar

Changing hands

Endlessly rollin'

Wasted and stolen

Changing hands

Changing hands

Spent for a beer he's drinking

Won by a gambler's lust

Pierced by an outlaw's bullet

And lost in the blood-red dust

One silver dollar

One silver dollar

Changing hands

Changing hands

Love is a shining dollar

Bright as a church bell's chime

Gambled and spent

And wasted

And lost in the dust of time

One silver dollar

One silver dollar

Changing hearts

Changing lives

Changing hands

Take these beers down the street to the barber.

- You know where it is? - Yes, sir.

Bring back the money, cash.

And don't spill the beer, boy. It's liquid gold.

Hey!

Would you like to shoot at something taller?

- Like what, for instance? - Like me.

Do you wanna get yourself a gun?

I don't think I need one.

- What's that tag on your coat? - The man who brought me here put it on.

I'm looking for my dad.

- What's your dad look like? - I don't know.

I was just a kid last time I saw him.

Would it be all right if he looked like me?

Yes, sir. It would.

I'm your dad.

How do I know that?

The man who brought you here was named Martin.

I paid him a hundred dollars. You came from Illinois.

Anybody coulda found that out.

Who's this?

My mother!

All right, son. Let's get outta here.

- I have to say goodbye to Kay. - Kay? Who's Kay?

She's the lady who sings in the saloon.

- You have to do that? - Yes, sir. I have to.

All right. We'll do that first.

Kay! I found him! This is him!

You've got your nerve. Leaving this kid running around a crummy place like this.

- What kind of a father are you, anyway? - The worst.

Well, it's nice you admit it.

It's nice you helped him out. I'd like to give you a little money.

No, thanks. I've got a little.

Well, thanks, then.

Come on, boy.

I hope I see you again sometime.

- It's a pleasure meeting a gentleman. - Thank you.

- Hey, you're forgetting your things. - Oh!

Thanks again.

- Goodbye, Mark. - Goodbye, Kay.

I've looked around the country and I've seen it all

And what I want, I'm ready to name

It's big and strong and handsome and it's six feet tall

I'm gonna file my claim

I struck a real bonanza

And he's rough and rash

But what he's got I'm ready to tame

He's worth a fancy fortune but it's not in cash

I'm gonna file my claim

I got the fever

Oh, the fever

But not for gold in the ground

I want the title to something vital

That I can throw my fences around

A gal should never hustle with a pick and pan

To dig for gold, that isn't her game

I'll find the man who's found it

Then I'll get that man

Who's gonna help me file my claim?

I gotta file my claim

Lookin' for nuggets?

Mmm, mush

A-B-C-D

Who's gonna file me under "love"?

There ain't a man, not a single man

There ain't a man alive who wouldn't trade his gold

For what it takes to stay in the game

So have your fun and spend it 'fore you get too old

Who's gonna help me file my claim?

Who's gonna help me

Help, help me

Who's gonna help me file my claim

Tonight?

What are you do...

All right. Where were you all day?

There's an old saying, honey,

"Stick to your peanut stand if you're never selling nothin'."

- Is that your excuse? - That's it.

Someday I'll take you out of this crummy grime.

I'm ready.

No more saloons or tent shows for you.

For me,

I'm gonna take you to all the capitals of all the countries in the world.

What have you been drinking?

Diamonds in your hair, rubies on your fingers.

- Bells on my toes. - Pearls. And gowns made for queens.

Except you'll look better in 'em.

How you gonna do it? With your deck o' cards?

I've just done it.

- You hear what I said? I've just done it. - Just done what?

I've just won a gold claim, right in the heart of the richest strike.

Harry! From whom?

What's it matter? All my life, I've been chiseling in penny-ante games.

This time I got lucky! This is the big one, honey. This is it!

- Harry, what are you going to do? - What do you mean, "me"? You and me.

We're going to Council City and file a claim before anything can happen to it, or us.

- What could happen? - Who knows? Who cares?

The man could get mad, say I did something.

Did you?

I told you, honey. I got lucky, that's all. Just lucky.

Now, look. We gotta get outta here.

I ransacked the town and there isn't a horse to be had for the crown jewels.

But I got another idea. We can buy a raft and go to Council City on the river.

- You got any money? - Well, I have a little.

All right. Come on! Come up with it.

10, 20...

All you want is my money.

IS it?

We'll plant the field and hunt and fish. How does that sound?

- Just you and me? - That's all.

- Fine. Sounds fine. - We'll make out all right.

I'll teach you to fish and trap. You'll be as good as the best of 'em.

- And teach me to shoot? - Yeah, and shoot too.

What are they doin'?

They're just comin' to look around the town.

- They don't like what they see. - Will they make a war?

No, they're just hunting.

When they make a war, they paint their faces.

Then you know they're hunting you.

Mark!

Come on, boy. Giddap! Giddap! Hey.

Oh.

You can't just go through everything in the world, boy.

Sometimes you have to back up and go around.

- I just had it goin' good. - You had it goin' very good,

but we don't wanna break our plow or hurt our horse, now do we?