Bluegrass? Riders. Duck, mountain tempo in A minor. "That old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day "Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way "When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw "A plowin' through the ragged skies "And up a cloudy draw "The ghost herd in the sky "Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel" Excuse me. Step aside. Take your men behind the stage. "A bolt of fear went through 'em as they thundered through the sky "For they saw the riders comin' hard "And they heard their mournful cry "Ghost riders in the sky "Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweat "They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught 'em yet "'Cause they got to ride forever in that range up in the sky "On horses snortin' fire "As they ride on hear their cry "Ghost riders in the sky" Step aside! Comin' through! Excuse me. Thank you! Everyone into the Bluesmobile! Stop them! Elwood! We'll get them, sir. Sline says their next job is at a place called Queen Moussette's. Queen Moussette's. That's it. She's bone dry. I'd like to be. Let me out. Where are we? Five miles north of Panther Burn, Mississippi. What's the plan? We start walking. What's the point? I say we turn around. Elwood. I think we got a rebellion on our hands. What do you mean? Why don't you give them a motivational speech? So, you all want to quit? Honestly, who can blame you? I've dragged you down as far as living humans can go. All right. Fine. 'Bye. I understand. So, what happens now? I don't know. I guess it's over. Go away, kid. You're not being a very good mentor. I ain't your mentor. I don't even know what it means. Just do me a favor and go away. You're not the Elwood Blues I know. The Elwood I know once said: "No pharmaceutical drug could equal the rush you get... "...when the band grooves, people are dancing, shouting... "...and the house is rocking." Yeah, that was me. The music. You know you miss the music. Thanks, Buster. Go if you wish. Remember this. Walk away now and you walk away from your skills, your vocations... ...leaving our youth with nothing but digitally-sampled techno grooves... ...quasi-synth rhythms, pseudo songs of violence-laden gangster rap... ...acid pop and saccharine, soulless slush. Depart now and you separate yourselves from the vital legacies of... ...Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters, Willie Dixon... ...Jimmy Reed, Memphis Slim, Blind Boy Fuller... ...Louis Jordan, Little Walter, Big Walter, Sonny Boy Williamson One and Two... ...Otis Redding, Jackie Wilson, Elvis Presley and Robert K. Weiss. Who is Robert K. Weiss? Turn your backs and you snuff out the fragile candles of blues, R&B and soul. When those flames expire, the light of the world is extinguished... ...because the music which has moved mankind for seven decades... ...will wither and die from abandonment and neglect. Shit. Go ahead, cats. I'll get gas. Hey, look. A circus. It's a tent-revival meeting. Excuse me. Who's preaching the good word today, ma'am? The Right Reverend Cleophus James from Chicago. Of the Triple Rock Baptist Church? From Chicago. That's right. I know him. He'll give us gas money. We'll meet you guys inside. Okay, thanks. Keep an eye on them. Wait for us to arrive. That was the Sheriff in Panther Burn. The Blues gang is at a revival meeting. Good. Now, all you people of the faith... ...are you ready for the word? Are you ready for the word? Are you ready for the word? Let us begin with a sweet song of meditation... ...from our own Reverend Morris and the Tent-Revival Choir. - "Who's that writing?
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