Oh, the Irish were building the railroads down through Mexico, through Chihuahua. They finished the railroads when they finished out in the West Coast, and they went down and put the trains into Mexico.
I have lived in a flurry of images, but I will go out in a freeze frame.
Will no man ever do something without a why, just like that, for the hell of it?
See how special you are? I serve you coffee in the parlor.
I love, love, love women.
I never get the girl. I wind up with a country instead. They said all I was good for was playing Indians.