"Yes, daddy, you can be my lemon squeezer whilst you're here!"


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The black people long ago in the South, they would feed the preacher after service on Sunday evenings. They made the children sit back and they feed the preacher first before the kids could eat. I remember one Sunday evening the preacher was eating at my friend's house, eating and talking and grabbing up all that chicken. He was reaching for the last piece, saying, "This sure is some good chicken," and my friend-boy hollered out at him, "Preacher, you're a God damn greedy son of a bitch!"
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3 comments:

  1. Chet28 April 2015 at 06:50

    Would it be possible to repost? Thank you very much!!!

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  2. johnnyq28 April 2015 at 10:14

    Chet,
    Just put a new link in the main post.
    all the best,
    Johnny

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  3. Chet30 April 2015 at 11:01

    Thank you!!! I'm always checking your blog for blues books, especially the biographies! ~Chet

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