The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia

Where is that singing sissy bastard,

that wife-humping, goddamn...

Look, Luther, let go of me.

I'll call Sheriff this time for sure, so help me, Jesus.

What are you doing at that door, Luther?

What the hell's wrong with this damn thing?

I'm going to tear this sucker down!

Wake up!

It's not that one, shithead!

It's number five.

I'm going to kill him, girlie!

Ah.

Travis Child, room five.

Want to use your phone.

Hey, mister! Hey...

Hey, mist... stop!

- Hello. - Oh, Amanda, you're up.

Up? Hot damn, Travis!

What the hell you think I been doing?

Amanda, just shut up, and listen to me, okay?

Look, I want you to...

I want you to get the bags, and I want you

to put 'em in the truck. I'm over at the office.

See, ladies?

Everything's all right.

Where's that sneaky, no-good brother of yours, girlie?

Back the hell off, mister,

before I blow your pumpkin right off your red neck.

Travis!

Give me that gun.

I swear he'd have made one wrong move,

and I've have pulled one on him.

I'd have blown him right out of here.

What the hell are you talking about?

This thing hasn't been loaded, anyway,

since old Daddy blew himself to Jesus with it.

You're crazier than I am. You know that?

Yeah, well, the past six months traveling with you

into hard times and bad habits,

I'm getting warped.

Why don't we just write a batch of them good songs

and make ourselves a record deal in Nashville?

We got to live some of it to write about it, you know.

I mean, some living comes along,

you gotta reach out and just grab it.

Grab ass, that's all you know.

You grabbed every ass from Georgia to Texas.

Women calm me down, honey.

Yeah, this is real calm, I tell you.

Oh, look, a man, you know, the creative type like me,

we get edgy,

got to get away from it all.

There's nothing like a woman.

Yeah, bar women.

Well, I ain't saying they're worth fighting for.

And I sure as hell ain't saying

they're worth staying for either.

At night, I go to sleep,

and I dream about 'em.

I dream about... I see 'em all

parading down some hick street

and you leading 'em on

into some motel room...

like the Pied Piper.

That's right. Pied Piper, that's you.

Why don't I have dreams like that?

Not crazy enough, I guess.

I guess.

Just one more one-nighter,

and it's into Nashville, big time, Nashville.

Why don't you back off on that magnolia water

on that old hound dog here too, eh?

Starting to suffocate a skunk.

Oh, jeez. Wake up.

Not enough sleep last night?

Oh.

Going to send you to Sunday school.

It's okay, Boogie.

Hey, watch out.

Watch out for that road, will you?

- I'm fine. - You gonna try

to get us killed or something here? What?

- I'm fine. - Watch out.

Shut up.

I'm doing fine.

Hey, hey, pull her to that cafe over there.

We're going to get us some lunch

or breakfast, whatever. Just pull it over there.

Okay.

Stop her, honey!

Everybody out! Pit stop!

You drunk all that liquor?

Elmer, pull me up!

Wait a minute.

- I-I'm sorry, ma'am. - Get up.

I'm sorry. We didn't mean to do that.

Don't touch her, you dumb shit.

- Hey! - Elmer, help me!

- Amanda, damn it. - Elmer, help!

Ma'am...

Leave me alone, sir! I'm going to call the cops!

Shoot.

Bye-bye!

I was going to get him.

You want to behave yourself?

Where's the john?

Hey.

Well, hi there, sweetheart.

I was just telling my friend Mavis here

that I'd bet just anything

that you were Travis Child,

like on that poster over there.

Well, I'll be.

Well, what'd she say about that?

Well, she didn't think so, to be truthful.

Well, I just hope your friend

didn't bet anything she can't afford to lose.

Then when the show's over,

we can just go on over there to the hotel,

have our own little party,

just the three of us, you know?

I can't wait.

Well, how 'bout you, Mavis? That sound okay with you?

Well, just as long as I get to go first,

when we get to the motel, I mean.

All right. I can hardly wait myself.

Wait for what?

Oh, well, these girls are coming to the show,

told me about a good place we can stay here in town.

Girls, this is my little sister.

This is Amanda.

Well, hi.

Maybe they could help us find a doctor

to cure up that nasty infection you got.

What?

Oh, are you sick?

Ah, it's a personal problem,

nothing you'd want to discuss at the table.

I mean, it's not dangerous or anything.

It's just messy.

We better go.

Nah, nah, nah, nah. Hold it, girls.

Now hold it. Now, don't listen to this little nitwit here,

because she's drunk, and she's retarded besides.

I'm as healthy as a bowl of grits.

Now just go ahead and tell 'em, Amanda.

Well, he ain't infected anybody this week.

Have you, Travis?

We got to go.

Well, hold on. You're leaving your autograph.

Oh, yeah. Well, just leave it there.

We'll pick it up later.

Later.

I am going to be sick.