Billy

Billy by Albert French

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Authors: Albert French
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pick him some guitar too, pick that thing till them strings turn fire-red. Big Jake ain't payin no mind to Shorty and LeRoy's talk, and ain't thinkin about Sheriff Tom. He's feelin good, got him something to eat and some of that good bourbon LeRoy pulled out for the sheriff. Big Jake ain't mindin this quiet night one bit as he picks at that guitar of his, hits them strings a few times, leans back in his chair and sips some more, hits them strings again, and waits till that sound curls into music and its echoes into a beat. He takes one more sip, then pulls that guitar up in his lap, takes his tongue and wipes his lips with it, and he ain't thinkin of nothin but that "Chitlin-Wigglin Girl" he be sing ing about.

    Got me a little chitlin-wigglin girl Wiggle her butt like a piggy's tail, Ah hah . . . ah hah . . . ah hah . . .

    Got me a little chitlin-wigglin girl Got eyes that sparkle jus like a pearl, Ah hah . . . ah hah . . . ah hah . . .

    When she call me by my name This old man he ain't the same
    Ah hah . . . ah hah . . . ah hah . . .

    Woke up one mornin, she was gone, Wiggled her butt on into town,
    Ah hah . . . ah hah . . . ah hah . . .
    84 I Albert Fre11ch

    Ain't been back since that day, Folks say she be gone ta stay,
    Ah hah . . . ah hah . . . ah huh . . .

    Chit/in , Chitlin, wigglin, wigglin girl, Come back here and bring ya wigglin tail,
    Ah hah . . . ah hah . . . ah hah . . . ah hah . . .

    Shorty still talkin, but LeRoy looks away and staits tappin his foot to Big Jake's singing, then stops, flinches, and l ooks towards the door.
    "What ya     "Ah ain't closin nothin tills Ah feel like it, come on and gits ya somethin," LeRoy grinned and shouted back.
    "Gots ta git me somethin, can'ts be s ittin witout nothin." "Yeah, Ah thought ain't nobody comin down tanight. and here ya comes," LeRoy said as he got behind his counter. H e poured Wesley a glass of some of that good bourbon and said
    with a grin, "Here, ya gonna lik e this."
    Wesley took a qui ck sip, and i n a moment sa id with a laugh, "Yeah, folks be up there sittin in the dark like th ey"s the night theyselve s."
    LeRoy laughed ba c k, then want e d to know, '·What's Lu cy
    Mae cloin?"
    Wesley took another sip before say ing, " Last A h seen her.
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    she sittin up there wit her mama. Ain't nobody seen Cinder , she up there in the house, ain't comes out since the sheriff knocked her ass off the porch. Lucy Mae ' s boy say that Bill y Lee was bein up theres. Ah thought the sheriff be draggin him too, but he come out of ther e wit nothin but some mean on his face. That sheriff gots ta be thinkin Billy Lee done runs off someplace."
    LeRoy shook his head and said, "Shit, where he gonna run ta? Cinder got that boy somewhere, yeah, that's what Ah thinkin. That woman got that boy somewhere. It's a won der she ain't stuck a blade in that sheriff. Ya member that night she down here? Ya know how she gets, take her a little sip, might dance , gets ta movin all slow and twistin her ass all around, lookin good. She do look good. Ah remember she out there, got her ass up, everybody watchin. Then that boy Aldon , ya know how he gits, he don't mean nothin, but he tip up behind her while she dancin and goes to grind her in the ass. Well, shit, Ah mean, that bit c h turn around and just give that motherfu c ker a look Ah ain ' t never seen nobod y give. Ah mean, that bitch look like kin ta the devil. Mo s t bitches just laugh that shit off or grind on back, specially when they done pu t their ass out in the fir s t place,

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