Tobacco Road Page #4

Well, hallelujah, Brother Jeeter.

- Hallelujah, Sister Bessie.

- Well, Sister Ada...

...I am glad to see you

looking so fine.

Jeeter's got something to tell you.

Yeah, Sister Bessie, I done made me

a great big mistake yesterday...

...but it clean slipped my mind

at the time.

But the Old Nick

got the upper hand of me...

...and I done taken

some turnips from Lov Bensey.

He stole them turnips.

Yes, Sister Bessie, I stole them...

...and I'm sure needing prayer

about as bad as any man you ever seen.

I just gotta clear my soul...

...so nothing won't stand

between me and a crop of cotton.

Jeeter, where them turnips now?

Well, to tell you the truth,

Sister Bessie, we ate them.

AII...

Well, all excepting this one.

Why, that's a summer turnip.

Where on earth did Lov Bensey

get summer turnips?

That ain't no summer turnip.

That's a winter turnip.

- You don't suppose I told him...

- That's a summer turnip.

You sure?

Let me taste it.

- It tastes like it, all right.

- Let me taste it.

- Tastes like a summer turnip.

- That's a summer turnip, all right.

I'd go down there now if I wasn't afraid

he wouldn't beat me with a stick.

All right, now, get down.

Get down on your knees.

Oh, Lord, Jeeter Lester's at it again.

He stole all of Lov Bensey's turnips

and now he's ate them all up.

It's too late to do anything

about that now...

...but it seem to me

like you never did see...

...such a stealing man

in all my born days.

- Amen!

- Now, Lord, you gotta make him quit...

...right now for good and all. Amen.

Does that clear me?

It will if you don't do it no more.

Anybody else?

Well, while you're at it, you might...

You might mention Dude...

...because he's the most sinningest

in the family.

Dude? Is this Dude?

Come on here, Dude,

Sister Bessie's gonna pray for you.

Well, I do declare.

If he ain't a grown-up man now.

Why, when I went away, he weren't

nothing but a skinny little old boy.

Yeah. I guess he must be

about 20 now, ain't he, Ada?

Mm-hm.

You know, I do wish...

...he had more sense, though.

Well, I guess he's about

got his growth, though.

Oh, he's pretty too.

- Kneel down, Dude.

- I don't want nobody praying for me.

- Kneel before I knock you down.

- You lay a hand on me...

...I'll toss you over this house.

- You see.

That's what you gotta pray for.

He ain't got no respect for his pa.

Lord, save Brother Dude

from the Old Nick...

...and make a place for him in heaven.

That's all. Amen.

Lord be prai...! Wait a minute, here.

That seems to me like a darn

short prayer for a sinner like Dude.

Dude don't need no praying.

He's just a boy.

Hey, you!

Look at the old scoundrel,

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