And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.

Boy, that is black gold, Texas tea.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

Said, California's the place you ought to be.

I ain't queen yet.

Granny, you've got this election in your pocket.

Miss Drydale ain't even putting up a scrap.

And that's what's got me wondering what she's up to.

But then why is she laying back?

In politics, you never know.

Kid, do you think she's planning to come out at the last minute with a smear campaign?

Ain't nothing she can dig up against you.

Is there?

Kid, the road of life is long and rocky.

When you've walked as many miles as I have, you're... you're likely to stumble a time or two.

Well, I reckon your slate's as clean as any.

Penny, Jeff Lord and me have got some more election posters ready for you.

Well, give them to my campaign manager here.

I can't stand it no longer.