"I’m going tell you something Flaca, and I want you to listen tight.

It may sound like I’m talking about me, but I’m not, I’m talking about you. As a matter of fact I’m talking about all people everywhere.

When I came down here to Texas I was looking for something and I didn’t know what. It seems like you add my life together and I’ve spent it all either stompin’ other men or in some cases getting stomped. I’ve had me some money and I’ve had me some medals. But none of it seemed a lifetime worth the pain of the mother that born me.

It’s like I was empty.

Well. I’m not empty any more. And that’s what’s important. I feel useful in this old world. To take a hit against what’s wrong, or to say a word for what’s right, even though you get walloped for saying that word.

Now I may sound like a Bible beater yelling up a revival at a river crossing camp meeting. But that don’t change the truth none.

There’s right and there’s wrong. You got to do one or the other.

You do the one and your living, you do the other and you may be walking around but your as dead as beaver hat."