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A four man band plays as our guys watch from the audience.
MUSICIANS
(singing)
"On the day that I was born I started
growin' old. No one told you life
would be so lonesome and cold. I
had a grey hair by the age of 23,
this hard-luck livin's gonna be the
end of me. The old black crow leaving
tracks all across my face, and
everywhere I go I seem to be in the
same damn place. Hard livin's gonna
be the end of me."