Colorado Springs World Arena
Colorado Springs, CO
The Lives of the Cowboys
TR: THE LIVES OF THE COWBOYS....brought to you by Colorado Springs.....the mattress that gives you a more restful sleep out on the trail-----
TR: Well, here we are. Cripple Creek, Colorado. I got no idea why we are here but here we are.
GK: I know. It's crazy. But I had to see her one more time.
TR: Evelyn Beebalo. I'm sick of hearing about her. You and her broke up long ago. Get over it.
GK: Just want to lay eyes on her one more time.
TR: Why? Find someone else.
GK: There is no one else.
TR: Then marry her.
GK: Can't. I'm not the right one for her.
TR: Cause you're a cowboy.
TR: And because you're a cowboy you're lonesome all the time and that's why you can't forget her.
GK: That's it.
TR: That is a vicious circle.
GK: Well, let's head for the saloon, Dusty. Get this over with.
TR: I thought she ran the library.
GK: The library is above the saloon.
SS (BARMAID): Okay, boys. Welcome to the Cripple Creek Saloon. Belly up to the bar. Just remember I got four rules. No shooting in the saloon. No spitting. If you fight, there's no throwing the other guy over the bar. And no riding a horse into the saloon. Okay? What can I bring you?
TR: Bring me a bottle of your best rotgut whiskey.
SS (BARMAID): You want single rot?
SS (BARMAID): You, sir?
GK: Sarsaparilla with a cherry.
SS (BARMAID): Pardon me?
GK: Sarsaparilla with a cherry.
SS (BARMAID): Sarsaparilla with a cherry!!!???
(FOOTSTEPS, SLOW, HEAVY)
FN: I believe I heard someone order a sarsaparilla with a cherry. Am I right or did I just imagine that?
GK: I ordered it.
FN: Sarsaparilla with a cherry.
GK: That is correct. I just happen to like the taste of it.
FN: You're not from around here are you.
GK: I'm a cowboy. I'm not from around anywhere.
FN: I never knew a cowboy to order a sarsaparilla with a cherry. Sarsaparilla with a lemon, yes. Sarsaparilla with a walnut, maybe. Sarsaparilla with a cherry, no.
GK: Well, life has just provided you with a new experience, mister.
SS: Hi Billy. Sorry I took so long. Had to lock up the library.
FN: That's okay, sweetheart. It was worth the wait.
SS: Lefty---- it's you.
GK: Good to see you, Evelyn.
FN: What's going on here?
SS: What brings you to Cripple Creek?
GK: Wanted to come and see you.
SS: Well, I'm honored.
FN: What is going on here???
GK: How've you been?
SS: I like it here. For the most part.
GK: Beautiful mountains.
SS: I got the poem you wrote for me, by the way.
GK: Oh good.
FN: LISTEN TO ME. WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?
SS: I loved the lines----
When my body and your body lie
Under a white cotton sky
And your pale radiance shines
Moving this heart of mine.....
And ---- well, you remember the rest of it.
FN: He wrote you that? Huh?
GK: So is this guy your boyfriend now?
SS: I love you, Lefty. But you weren't ready to settle down. So I've moved on. I didn't want to move on, Lefty. But you weren't ready----
GK: You did the right thing.
SS: Have you moved on, Lefty?
GK: I'm doing my best, Evelyn.
FN: Hey, you.
FN: You. The Sarsaparilla Kid. What you doing with my girl? Take your hand off her.
SS: He's a friend, Billy.
FN: Only a friend?
SS: Only a friend.
GK: Only a friend??? Evelyn-----
SS: A good friend. A beautiful friend.
FN: You and me, Evelyn--- we make quite a pair. You've made me very very happy. Last Saturday night especially. Boy O boy O boy.
SS: Oh hush. So you're still on the road, huh?
FN: You talking to me?
SS: I'm talking to Lefty.
GK: Still on the road. Like a tumbling tumbleweed.
SS: Oh I love that song. We used to dance to that song. Remember? In Durango that time?
GK: I remember that night. The night of shooting stars.
FN: Funny you should mention shooting----
SS: It was in the fall and we were drinking a bottle of red wine and that little cowboy band The Drifters was playing....
GK: And we wrapped our arms around each other and we slow danced around and around.
SS: In the cigarette smoke and the neon glow and the faces of all those people----
GK: All those people looking at us. Remembering what it was like to feel that way.
SS: HEY JOE. PLAY "TUMBLING TUMBLEWEEDS" ON THE JUKEBOX.
GK: I love this song.
FN: No dancing. You hear me? No dancing.
SS: I love you, Lefty. I'll always love you.
FN: I heard that. Get away from him. (GUNSHOTS)
SS: DON'T SHOOT YOUR GUN AT THE CEILING!!! MY LIBRARY IS UP THERE! You idiot!
FN: I don't care about books. (GUNSHOTS)
SS: DON'T SHOOT THE BOOKS.
(SHE SWINGS, KONK. FN GROANS AND FALLS)
TR: Hey, you decked him. Billy the Kid. He's down for the count. Way to go, lady.
GK: I never saw you hit anybody before, Evelyn.
SS: You better go before he wakes up.
GK: Goodbye. Hope to see you again.
SS: I hope so too. Soon. Very soon. (WESTERN THEME)
SS: THE LIVES OF THE COWBOYS.....brought to you by Santa Fe Brand Suspension Saddle. With electric vibrator. It stimulates circulation on long rides....and it feels good too.
Lovingly selected from the earliest archives of A Prairie Home Companion, this heirloom collection represents the music from earliest years of the now legendary show: 1974–1976. With songs and tunes from jazz pianist Butch Thompson, mandolin maestro Peter Ostroushko, Dakota Dave Hull and the first house band, The Powdermilk Biscuit Band (Adam Granger, Bob Douglas and Mary DuShane).