Honeydripper Page #3

in Texicana?

Big Jim Jameson's place?

It just went out of business.

Damn. Since Sam is getting sway over

But you ain't never had no guitar...

I'm having one now.

You just worry about getting these

hung everywhere in the county tomorrow.

Payday Saturday, he's gonna draw all them

cotton pickers and soldier boys in here.

Get us back in the black.

They're gonna take me down,

it won't be without a fight.

Guitar Sam at the Honeydripper!

Mm-hm!

Man, this joint is gonna jump!

BELL TINKLES:

GUITAR STRUMMING

Somebody slipped

in the railroad yard.

You all can play that thing.

Yeah, been doing it nearby for ever.

What side of the tracks am I on?

The wrong side.

For you.

What you doing here, then?

Oh, white folks

look right through me.

Besides, how much mischief is an old,

blind spook like me gonna get up to anyhow?

Lot of people go for music

around here?

There's a couple of places just

outside of town, at the crossroads.

A long walk? Are you in a hurry?

How old is that box you're playing,

Second one ever made.

The devil got the first one.

How about yours?

Brand new. Made it myself.

Ooh, brand new! Made it hisself!

Hot dog! It's right.

So, these clubs?

Old Toussaint,

he runs the Ace of Spades.

They don't have no live music

in there.

Pine Top Purvis, he runs

the Honeydripper Lounge.

He don't care nothing

about no guitar.

He won't allow one under his roof.

That don't make sense.

Well, when a musician

put his hand to murder,

nine times out of ten

a drummer done it.

But Pine Top, he a piano man.

He killed somebody? That's the story.

But if you meet the man, you damn

well don't be asking him about it.

HONKING:

Ain't seen no mule in a long time!

I knew this was Alabama,

but that's the Stone Ages, man!

Where you from, boy?

Memphis.

Down on your vacation?

Got in a piece of trouble up there

with the white folks.

Need to bide my time for a spell.

Biding your time

with them pills, man,

boss man gonna fire your ass.

Don't worry about that.

I'm a cotton-picking fool!

You a fool all right.

Where you from, brother bear?

Mississippi.

Hoo! This here

is a real step-up for you!

Folks around here have discovered

fire and whatnot!

That trouble you in,

have anything to do

with running your mouth?

It had to do with somebody getting on

my nerves and I had to deal with him.

Must have been somebody kinda puny.

As I recall, he was about your size.

What's this place we at?

Nearest town's Harmony.

This is Mr Silas Tugwell's place.

You better get to picking.

Cotton ain't going nowhere.

The more you get first thing

when the dew's still on it,

the more it weighs

when it tip that scale.

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