They said you wanna talk.
Yeah. Seen your performance down there. Pretty damn good.
Can't thank you enough for this. I mean, y'all the ones who put that guitar in my hand. Now this.
Well, you got the talent. That's for certain. But all this ain't no life for nobody. I know plenty of musicians I ain't never met a happy one. Yeah, it's cute now. But it get old. That ramblin'.
I mean being with y'all today... Smoke, I feel like I'm flying. Well, today settled it. I'm headin' off on my own.
Where you goin'?
I don't know. Maybe Chicago.
Hmm. One day our daddy beat Stack real bad. So we get in our minds that we need to run away. See, me, I wanna go to the next plantation over. But Stack, he figured we get to Mound Bayou. Small town. Right here in Mississippi. Founded by free slaves. And everything is Black-owned.
That sound like a crock.
Yeah, well, I seen it.
Why y'all ain't stay?
That mayor knew who our daddy was. Knew he was a evil man. Figured it was no way that he ain't passed that evil down to us. See, your daddy a preacher. You can go and do that. You like makin' music? Make church music. You wan' leave go on down Mound Bayou. Live with the proper Black folks. Leave all this here improper shit to us.
Well, I ain't going to Mound Bayou. My daddy a reverend, but I'm y'all cousin, too. And a lot more people know the Smokestack Twins then they know my daddy.
Yeah? Well, you better enjoy the rest of the night, 'cause this your last juke.
You ain't in no position to tell me how to live my life.
Come tomorrow, I find out about you playin' in one of these boy, I'll kill you myself.
Look, I'm leaving that plantation just like y'all did. And if that's a problem for you... kill me now.
What's the matter? I'm a soldier, boy. And you just gave me a command. [He puts his handgun back in his holster]
