one last ride
Hamilton!
Sir!
I hope you’re happy
Sir, is this about the Whiskey Rebellion
In western Pennsylvania?
You could’ve given me a word of warning
Because it is your Secretary of State, Thomas Jefferson
Who has been agitating these men to rebellion
Thomas Jefferson resigned this morning
I’m sorry—what?
This is expensive stuff
The whiskey tax is very unpopular
But necessary, sir
Haven’t you talked enough?
I hate to think about what Jefferson
Will do when he’s no longer in this Cabinet
Why?
Imagine the damage he’ll inflict
Agitating from the outside
He’s gonna to run for president
In two years’ time
But you’ll still be president, sir
I won’t be president in two years’ time
You could remain as long as you’re alive
One last ride, while I’m in my prime
I'll need you by my side
And while we still have time
We’re gonna teach ‘em how to say goodbye
Say goodbye—you and I!
Let’s begin
First, write my farewell address;
Madison wrote the first draft
It’s a mess
Start with his words, or start from scratch
To you, sir
Hmm. Down the hatch!
But what about the rebels
Who are mad about this whiskey?
I have a plan, but it’s risky
What’s your plan, sir?
If I still fit in this thing—
What?
We’re gonna turn around and win this thing!
One last ride—
Let's show these hellions!
I’m gonna need you—
By my side
We know from rebellions
We’re gonna teach ‘em
How to stay in line,
Stay in line—
You and I!
I never wanted a crown;
I never wanted to lead
But I couldn’t turn my back
On a nation in need
Sir, you were born to lead
One last ride.
I’m past my prime, but I served with pride
And while we still have time
We’re gonna teach ‘em how to say goodbye
You and I
Western Pennsylvania
Here comes the President!
Oh my god!
Here comes the President!
Everybody put your guns down!
Here comes the President!
Can it really be?
It is! Look!
Here comes the President!
George Washington!
You are outgunned!
What!
Outmanned!
What!
Outnumbered, outplanned!
Pay your fucking taxes!
Put your guns down on my command!
Hand ‘em over!
This is Hamilton, my right-hand man
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck!
We’re outgunned—
What!
Outmanned—
You hear it?
Outnumbered, outplanned
Now that's distilled spirits.
By the greatest man in all of the land
Please rise for your president
George Washington!
Though, in reviewing the incidents of my administration
I am unconscious of intentional error
I am nevertheless too sensible of my defects
Not to think it probable that I may have committed many errors
I shall also carry with me the hope that my country
Will never cease to view them with indulgence;
And that, after—
Forty five years of my life dedicated to its service with an upright zeal
The faults of incompetent abilities will be consigned to oblivion
As I myself must soon be
To the mansions of rest
I anticipate with pleasing expectation that retreat
In which I promise myself to realize,the sweet enjoyment of partaking, in the midst of my fellow-citizens
The benign influence of good laws under a free government
The ever-favorite object of my heart
And the happy reward, as I trust, of our mutual cares, labors, and dangers
One last ride
Teach ‘em how to say goodbye
You and I
One last hurrah!
History has its eyes on you!
Oh, we’re gonna teach ‘em how to say goodbye
Teach ‘em how to say goodbye
Say goodbye, say goodbye
One last ride!