[first lines]
Will Haney:
You fool.
[dragging him off the railroad tracks]
Will Haney:
You pretty near bought the farm, you drunken old son of a bitch.
Hobo:
The hell I did.
[laughing and drinking]
Will Haney:
You lay around on them railroad tracks and you'll have no legs, by golly.
Hobo:
Well, at least I would have matched set.
[laughing boisterously]
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