lights?
- Maybe they blew a fuse.
- I don't think so.
Those lights are off on purpose.
We gotta fii gure out something
these people like, and fast!
I got it. Remember the theme
from ''Rawhide''?
Old favourite. Rowdy Yates.
- What key?
- ''A.'' Good country key.
''Rawhide'' in ''A.''
Rollin ', rollin '
Though thestreamsare swollen
Keep them dogies rollin '
Rawhide
Through rain and windand weather
Hell-bent forleather
Wishin 'mygal wasby myside
All the things l'm missin '
Good vittles, love andkissin '
Are waiting at the endofmy ride
- Move 'em on
- Head 'em up
- Head 'em out
- Move 'em on
- Move 'em on
- Head 'em up
Rawhide
Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in
Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in, rawhide
Theme from the TV show ''Rawhide.''
Thankyou.
We'd like to do a favourite ofthe horn
section. We hope it's one ofyours.
Sometimes it's hard
to be a woman
Giving allyourlove
Tojust one man
Andifyou love him
Oh, beproudofhim
'Cause afterall
He'sjust a man
Standbyyourman
Give him two arms to cling to
Andsomething warm to come to
When nights are coldandlonely
Standbyyourman
Andtell the worldyou love him
Keep giving all the loveyou can
Standbyyourman
Standbyyourman
Andshowthe worldyou love him
Keep giving all the loveyou can
Baby
Standby
Yourman
Well, folks, it's time
to callit a night.
But do whatyou feel,
andkeep both feet on the wheel.
You don't have togo home
butyou can't stay here.
So, tillnext time.:
- Move 'em on
- Head 'em up
- Head 'em up
- Move 'em on
Rawhide
- Cut 'em out
- Ride 'em in
- Ride 'em in
- Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in, rawhide
Let's get the hell out of here.
Shit, I wanna tell you, that's some
ofthe best goddam music we've had...
at the Country Bunker
in a long time.
Well, sorry we couldn't remember
''The Wreck ofthe Old 97.''
Why, hell! You guys can learn it
next time when you come back.
Bob, about our money for tonight.
That's right.
Two hundred dollars...
and you boys drank
$300 worth of beer.
When we fii rst came in...
the bar lady never charged us
for the fii rst round.
So, like, we fii gured
beer was complimentary for the band.
Well, I'll just go out
and take up a collection from the boys.
I sure would appreciate it.
I say this trip is nowhere, man.
I say we gotta quit.
What? Quit?
I wish you guys
would make up your mind.
Otherwise I gotta call Mr Ronzini at
the Holiday Inn to get our old gig back.
Back at the Armada Room?
Listen, they want us
to pay for the beer we drank.
So you'd better split.
The next gig is gonna be dynamite!
Huge! You'll see.
I say we give the Blues Brothers
just one more chance.
Why not? Ifthe shit fiits, wear it!
Scoot over, goddam it!
Boys look a little upset.
Hey, man. Don't worry.
We got a couple ofdays.
We'll get the Penguin's tax money.
I mean, look. We got an appointment
to see Mr Sline tomorrow.
Everything's gonna be all right.
Let's skate.
Goddam it.
Excuse me. Are you
the Good Ole Boys?
That's right. I'm Tucker McElroy,
lead singer, driver ofthe Winnebago.
I'd like to talk to you,
but we're running very late.
I'mJacob Stein, American Federation
of Musicians Union, Local 200.
I've been sent here to see
ifyou're carrying your permits.
Our what?
Your union cards.
May I see your cards, please?
Suppose we ain't got no union cards,
and we go in and start playing anyway?
What you gonna do about that?
You gonna stop us?
Stein!
You gonna look funny trying to eat
corn on the cob with no fucking teeth!
Listen, let me talk to Bob,
the owner.
See ifwe can put your band
on contract waivers for tonight.
I don't want you to move
from this spot.
Just let me handle this.
We'll talk to Bob.
Get in the car and start her up.
You know you boys owe me
a lot of money for that beeryou drank!
- Goddam it!
- Bob, we loved playing here tonight.
My brother's writing out an
American Express traveller's check...
to cover the bar tab.
I sure would appreciate it.
I'd better