mardi 12 janvier 2010




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Peg a dit...

Yeah, I was a preacher, you know. Way I started preaching, I hoboed into Baltimore. And I met a preacher. Yeah, he got me a suit of clothes and dressed me up. I looked like a Philadelphia lawyer. I went into the church. He pronounced for me: "The Rev. Jackson here, missionary preacher. Goes all over the world."
I got up and took my text. I took my text about when a man killed a man, way back, you know, they tied the man to the man. Dead man to the living what killed him. Let him tote him till he die. Tie him nose to nose, and mouth to mouth, belly to belly. (One woman hollered, "Whoooo!")
Said, a ma-a-a-a-an was in a hard time
he was carrying that man around, dead weight
was on the living, yeah!