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It might could be time for Mr. Miller
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Ghost Town

It might could betime for Mr. Miller to move along,seeing as how he just can't seem to...

It might could be
time for Mr. Miller to move along,
seeing as how he just can't seem to follow direction

Full Transcript

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It might could be time for Mr. Miller
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to move along, seeing as how he just
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can't seem to follow direction.
Duration
10 seconds
Views
26
Timestamp in Movie
00:47:02
Uploaded
Apr 19, 2025
Genres
horror, mystery, thriller
Production
N/A

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Movie Summary

In the untamed West of Victorian-era America, a drifter takes a job as a barman in a small Arizona town. After a series of bizarre deaths, he soon finds himself the target of suspicion.
You're trying to get rid of him, when - Ghost Town 00:06
You're trying to get rid of him, when
No, the two of you have memories of fucking horse flies! - Ghost Town 00:05
No, the two of you have memories of fucking horse flies!
That's $2.00 docked pay! - Ghost Town 00:06
That's $2.00 docked pay!
Hagan's one day treating me like the son he's never - Ghost Town 00:06
Hagan's one day treating me like the son he's neve...
Stella stood up for me, no doubt earned her more - Ghost Town 00:08
Stella stood up for me, no doubt earned her more
Mr. Miller, may I be frank with you? - Ghost Town 00:05
Mr. Miller, may I be frank with you?
Frankly, I'd rather you leave me be. - Ghost Town 00:05
Frankly, I'd rather you leave me be.
But to see a soul in such torment, - Ghost Town 00:11
But to see a soul in such torment,
For what do I need forgiveness, boy? - Ghost Town 00:05
For what do I need forgiveness, boy?
And we're all capable of asking God for forgiveness. - Ghost Town 00:05
And we're all capable of asking God for forgiveness.
(SINGING) Cold blows the wind. - Ghost Town 00:06
(SINGING) Cold blows the wind.
Oh, my true love, soft falls the gentle rain. - Ghost Town 00:09
Oh, my true love, soft falls the gentle rain.
I never had but one true love. - Ghost Town 00:10
I never had but one true love.
In Greenwood, she last lain. - Ghost Town 00:07
In Greenwood, she last lain.
When the twelfth month and one day had passed, - Ghost Town 00:12
When the twelfth month and one day had passed,
Who's it who sits upon on my grave, - Ghost Town 00:13
Who's it who sits upon on my grave,
There is [inaudible] own true love, - Ghost Town 00:13
There is [inaudible] own true love,
For I seek one kiss from your sweet lips. - Ghost Town 00:10
For I seek one kiss from your sweet lips.
And that is all I crave. - Ghost Town 00:06
And that is all I crave.
My lips still are as clay, my love. - Ghost Town 00:08
My lips still are as clay, my love.