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: [after singing a song
] For Momma and Daddy.
: [she finishes singing a song at her concert
] Thank you. I wanna tell you all a little secret which you might not know, and that is that last night I thanked my lucky stars that I could be here at all to sing for ya. I heard on the radio this little boy, nine years old. Sometimes a deejay'll play a tune and ask everybody to phone in and say how they like it. I was listenin', and this little nine-year-old called in. The song had voices in the background, like the way they use backup voices these days, soundin' like little munchkins. He called up, the deejay said, "How old are you, son?" The boy said, "I'm nine, and I think it's gonna be a hit. " The deejay said, "Why?" "Because it had those chipmunks in it. " And I thought that was so cute, because, well, I can sing like a munchkin myself. I'm real fond of The Wizard of Oz. Plus, I live out, you know, just a ways off of Interstate on the road to Chattanooga. So you can see why I kinda related to that. I think me and the boys are gonna strike up another tune for you now. Let's go, boys. I think there's a storm... seems like it's a-brewin'. That's what my grandaddy used to say before he lost his hearin'. Once he got deaf, he never talked much no more. 'Cept sometimes he'd say "Oh, gosh" or "Durn it" or "My word!" My granny'd go around clickin' her teeth to the radio all day. Boy, was she a lot of fun, and cooked my favorite, roast beef. She was a sweetheart. She raised chickens too. She, um... Did you ever hear a chicken sound? You know how chickens go? Here, chick, chick, chick. Here, chick, chick, chick. Anyway, I guess we'd better strike up this tune before it's too late. Okay, boys. The first job I ever really got... Grandma... She's the one who clacked her false teeth to the radio. She taught my mama how to sing, and my mama taught me. One time she took me, 'cause we was gonna get a new Frigidaire. She took me to the Frigidaire store where the man was advertisin'. This record was goin' 'round, and Mama told him I knew how to sing. He said, "If she learns this tune, I'll give y'all a quarter. " So Mama and I went home... And then what happened? Let's see, I think... Uh, yeah. We went home and I learned both sides of the record in half an hour. We went back and told him that I'd learned 'em, and he said, "Let me hear," so I sang both sides of the record instead of just one. So he gave us cents, and we went across the street and had us a soda. Ever since then I been workin'. I don't... I think ever since then I been workin' and doin' my... - Come on, come on. - Supportin'myself. Anyway... Barnett
: [comes up on stage and starts to pull her from the microphone
] Hey, hey. Hey, hey. Barbara Jean
: Am I all right? Am I all right? Barnett
: Oh, you're fine, darlin'.
[he guides her offstage
: [In Barbara Jean's hospital room
] Now, where's Barnett goin'? Where am I goin'? Hmm? Barbara Jean
: King of the Road. Barnett
: Why am I goin' there? Barbara Jean
: To see Connie. Barnett
: And why am I doin' that? Barbara Jean
: To thank her for singin' at the Opry. Barnett
: Now, who am I doin' that for? Barbara Jean
: You're doin' it for me. Barnett
: That's right. Now, I'm walkin' out now. What do you say as I walk out? You say bye-bye. Barbara Jean
: Bye. Barnett
: Bye-bye. Barbara Jean
[He leaves her
] Barbara Jean
: ... Barnett?
: Do I tell you how to sing, darlin'? Hmm? Have I ever told you how to sing a song? Barbara Jean
: That ain't the point. I know why you're goin' over there. Barnett
: Don't tell me how to run your life. I been doin' pretty good with it.