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JUDGE ROAN
Sun on your back.
Neck turnin’ pink.
World movin’ slow, so you know what you think.
Nothin’ but lines and a baithook to trouble the water.

DORSEY
Maybe I should pay Jack a visit.

JUDGE ROAN
Change isn’t bad,
But change should go slow.
One change above
Can shift ten things below.
Know when to stop
Or you find yourself choppin’
Down old trees that still grow,
The old ways we all know.
The old rules, the old days,
The glory.

These old eyes can still see.
These old hands remind me –
The old life, The old times,
The glory…

JUDGE ROAN
Know what the boys at the Capitol City Club been talkin’ about?

DORSEY
‘Fraid the Capitol City Club’s a little out of my league Judge.

JUDGE ROAN
They’re talking about who to back in the race for Governor.

DORSEY
I see.

JUDGE ROAN
Just talk so far. But how the Frank business plays itself out…

DORSEY
And if Jack Slaton runs true to form.

JUDGE ROAN
When you step into a nest of hornets,
Someone’s gonna get stung.
Better to let Nature take its course.
If you standin’ there atop the ladder,
Hangin’ on the top rung,
You won’t ever feel the river’s force.
But the people down below
Sense the turnin’ of the tide.
They want someone in command
Who’s uniquely qualified
To defend them, protect them,
Restore their respect and their pride!

DORSEY
Counter the slack,
Temper the speed

JUDGE ROAN
Follow the currents and watch where they lead

BOTH
Catch what is missin’
And learn how to listen
To old souls that still cry,
Old blood that won’t dry.

JUDGE ROAN
The old fight, the old score,
The new chance to fight for

BOTH
The glory! The glory!
The glory!

DORSEY
Sun on your back,
Neck turnin’ pink.
World movin’ slow so you know what you think…

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