| Agent:
I can't help that. All I know is, I got my orders. They told me to tell you to get off, and that's what I'm tellin' ya. Muley:
You mean get off of my own land? Agent:
Now don't go to blamin' me! It ain't my fault. Muley's son:
Who's fault is it? Agent:
You know who owns the land. The Shawnee Land and Cattle Company. Muley:
And who's the Shawnee Land and Cattle Company? Agent:
It ain't nobody. It's a company. Muley's son:
They got a President, ain't they? They got somebody who knows what a shotgun's for, ain't they? Agent:
Oh son, it ain't his fault, because the bank tells him what to do. Muley's son:
All right, where's the bank? Agent:
Tulsa. What's the use of pickin' on him? He ain't nothin' but the manager. And he's half-crazy hisself tryin' to keep up with his orders from the East. Muley:
Then who do we shoot? Agent:
Brother, I don't know. If I did, I'd tell ya. I just don't know who's to blame. https://youtu.be/xkUGd1TQuD8 |