[Train whistle]

[Train clattering on tracks]

[Rattling chains and grunts]

Say, any of you boys smithies?

Or, if not smithies per say, 
were you otherwise trained in

the metallurgical arts 
before straitened circumstances

forced you into a life of aimless wanders?

[Everett screams]

[Grunts and moans]

[Train whistle and chugging]

Jesus, can't I count on you people?

Sorry Everett.

Well, alright. 
We take off through that bayou, and ...

[Wait a minute.]
Who elected you leader of this outfit?

Well Pete, I figured that it should be 
the one with the capacity for

abstract thought,
but if that ain't the consensus view,

then hell, let's put it to a vote.

Suits me. 
I'm voting for yours truly.

Well I'm voting for yours truly too.

Okay, I'm with you fellas.

[Dogs barking in the distance]

[Squeaking sound coming closer to men]

Mind if we join you, old timer?

Join me, my sons. 
Join me.

You work for the railroad, grandpa?

I work for no man.

[Pete] Got a name, do you?

I have, no name.

Well, that right there may be 
the reason you have difficulty finding

gameful employment. 
You see,

In the marde of competitive commerce ...

You seek a great fortune. 
You who are are gnawing chain.

You will find a fortune,
though it will not be the fortune you seek.

But first, first you must travel. 
A long and difficult road.

A road fraught with peril.

You shall see things, 
wonderful to tell.

You shall see a cow, 
on the roof of a cotton house.

And oh so many startlements.

I cannot tell you how long 
this road shall be,

but fear not the obstacles 
in your path.

For fate has vouched save your reward, 
though the road may wind.

Yeah, your hearts grow weary. 
Still shall you follow them.

Even unto your salvation.

[music]