Tobacco Road Page #2

Well, what do you say, Lov?

I don't gotta pay you for that.

I already give you some quilts

and two quarts of cylinder oil...

...and $ 7 to marry Pearl,

and that's enough.

You gotta make her behave

for nothing.

Just one little bitty bite, Lov?

It ain't no use you niggling at me.

Lov.

Please, Lov.

All my children

all the time blaming me...

...because the old good Lord

made me poverty-stricken.

Them and their ma's

all the time bawling me out...

...because they ain't got nothing to eat,

as if I had anything to do with it.

Yes, sometimes it looks to me...

It looks to me like the good Lord's got

it in good and plenty for a poor man.

But I ain't complaining.

No, sir, I ain't complaining.

Ow! Ow!

Hold him, Ellie May,

hold him, hold him.

Hold him, hold him, Ellie May.

Hold him, Ellie May.

Hold him, honey.

Give me my turnips, you old fool.

You old fool.

Give me my turnips.

Give me my turnips.

Give me some of them turnips,

you old fool.

Let go my leg.

Let go my leg, you fool dog.

Let me out of here.

Hold him, Ellie May.

Hit him in the head.

Hey, give me some

of them turnips, you old fool.

Give me some of them turnips.

I wish I'd known what kind of family

I married into. I wouldn't have done it.

I hope Lov don't hold

no hard feeling agin me.

Whoo!

- Hallelujah, Brother Jeeter.

Hallelujah, Sister Bessie.

Welcome home.

Thank you, Brother Jeeter.

Brother Jeeter,

will you join me in a song?

Sure, I'd like to. What'll we sing?

- "It's the Old-Time Religion. "

- That's good enough for me.

That's enough.

That was all right.

You know, I feel better already.

- Jeeter Lester.

- Yeah.

You've sinned.

- Who, me?

- Yes, sir.

This morning when I was laying abed

thinking, a voice come to me and said:

"Sister Bessie, get up and go down

to Jeeter Lester, he's at it again. "

You sure you ain't got me

mixed up with somebody else?

- The voice said it was you.

- I ain't done nothing, Sister Bessie.

- Not one little sin?

- Well, not one big sin.

Maybe a little sinning in general,

but nothing you could call a real sin.

How come the voice say it was you?

Oh, that's easy. The Lord knows

what a powerful sinner I was.

I guess I was about the most

sinningest man in the whole world.

- Nothing lately?

- No, no, nothing lately, Sister Bessie.

Well, I'm mighty glad

to hear that, Jeeter...

...because I'm out this morning

to run all the sin off Tobacco Road...

...and I got a good start.

- How's your folks?

- Oh, they're all right.

They just... They ain't up yet.

- This morning, they is just a little tired.

Tell them I said hey.

I sure will, Sister Bessie.

Psst!

Jeeter.

What are you doing hiding here?

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