Ain't got no dog.
Shoot him with my rifle
Bam! Bam!
(Some of the villagers join in song and others get up and march around
the porch in time with the music. BOOTSIE and TEETS re-enter, TEETS
sticking her letter down the neck of her blouse. JOE LINDSAY grabs
TEETS and WALTER THOMAS grabs BOOTSIE. There is dancing, treating and
general jollification. Little children dance the parse-me-la. The
music fills the air just as the sun begins to go down. Enter DAISY
TAYLOR coming down the road toward the store.)
CLARK: (Bawls out from the store porch) I God, there's Daisy again.
(Most of the dancing stops, the music slows down and then stops
completely. DAVE and JIM greet DAISY casually as she approaches the
porch.)
JIM: Well, Daisy, we knows you, too.
DAVE: Gal, youse jus' as pretty as a speckled pup.
DAISY: (Giggling) I see you two boys always playin' and singin'
together. That music sounded right good floating down the road.
JIM: Yeah, child, we'se been playin' for the white folks all week.
We'se playin' for the colored now.
DAVE: (Showing off, twirling his dancing feet) Yeah, we're standin' on
our abstract and livin' on our income.
OLD MAN: Um-ump, but they ain't never workin'. Just round here playing
as usual.
JIM: Some folks think you ain't workin' lessen you smellin' a mule.
(He sits back down on box and picks at his guitar.) Think you gotta
be beatin' a man to his barn every mornin'.
VOICE: Glad to be round home with we-all again, ain't you Daisy?
DAISY: Is I glad? I jus' got off special early this evenin' to come
over here and see everybody.
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