But I rode some,
But I rode some.
Grabbed me by the neck
And led me to the door.
But I rode some,
But I rode some.
Grabbed me by the neck,
And led me to the door.
Rapped me cross the head with a forty-four,
But I rode some.
First thing I saw in jail
Was a pot of peas.
But I rode some,
But I rode some.
First thing I saw in jail
Was a pot of peas.
But I rode some,
But I rode some.
The peas was good,
The meat was fat,
Fell in love with the chain gang jus' for that,
But I rode some.
(DAVE acts out the song in dancing pantomime and when it ends there
are shouts and general exclamations of approval from the crowd.)
VOICES: I don't blame them white folks for goin' crazy 'bout that....
OLD MAN: Oh, when I was a young boy I used to swing the gals round on
that piece.
DAISY: (TO JIM) Seem like your playin' gits better and better.
DAVE: (Quickly) And how 'bout my singin'? (Everybody laughs.)
VOICES IN THE CROWD: Ha! Ha! Ol' Dave's gittin' jealous when she
speaks o' Jim.
JIM: (To DAVE, in fun) Ain't nothin' to it but my playin'. You ain't
got no singin' voice. If that's singin', God's a gopher.
DAVE: (Half-seriously) My singin' is a whole lot better'n your
playin'. You jus' go along and fram. The reason why the white folks
gives us money is cause I'm singin'.
JIM: Yeah?
DAVE: And you can't dance.
VOICE IN THE CROWD: You oughta dance. Big as your feet is, Dave.
DAISY: (Diplomatically) Both of you all is wonderful and I would like
to see Dave dance a little.
Pages:
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50