Woman Now you ain’t no much right man neither.  You didn’t git me wid no saw-mill license—­You went to de court house and paid a dollar and a half for me.  Tain’t no other woman got as much right to you as I got.  De Man to tell you youse divorced befo’ yo’ kin play dat much-right on me!

Good Black
De Man don’t have to tell me nothin’!  I got divorce in my heels.

Woman You ain’t de only one dat knows where de railroad track is, I done made up my mind, and I done promised Gabriel and a couple of other men dat if yo’ don’t do no better than yo’ been doin’, I’m gointer pack me a suit case and grab de first smoky thing I see.  I’ll be long gone.

Good Black
Aw, yo’ ain’t no trouble!  Yo’ can be had.  Yo’ ain’t never gointer
leave me.

Woman
How come I won’t?  Just ‘cause I been takin’ keer of yo’, don’t make a
park ape out yo’self.  I’ll leave yo’, just as sure as yo’ snore!

Good Black
                             (Rises and hitches up his trousers)
Aw, yo’ ain’t gointer leave me, and if yo’ go, yo’ wouldn’t stay, ’cause
I’m a damn sweet man, and yo’ know it!

Lonnie
Hey, Hey! 
                             (He begins to pick and Good Black
                             sings.  Lonnie sings a line now and
                             then)

Good Black
  Yo’ may leave and go to Hali-muh-fack
  But my slow drag will—­uh bring yo’ back
  Well yo’ may go, but this will bring yo’ back

I been in de country but I moved to town
I’m a tolo-shaker from my head on down
Well, yo’ may go, but this will bring yo’ back

  Some folks call me a tolo-shaker
  It’s a doggone lie I’m a back-bone breaker
  Well, yo’ may go, but this will bring yo’ back.

  Oh, ship on de sea, boat on de ocean
  I raise hell when I take a notion
  Well, yo’ may go, but this will bring yo’ back.

  Oh, who do, who do, who do wackin’
  Wid my hells a’ poppin’ and my toe-nails crackin’
  Well, yo’ may go, but this will bring yo’ back.

Woman Dat’s all right too, pap but if yo’ can’t make me tote dese clothes home, don’t bring de mess up.  Yo’se abstifically a humbug.

Cliffert
Man, come on back here and move, or else own up to de folks yo’ can’t
push no checkers wid me. 
                             (He sits and begins to lay out moves
                             with his fingers and scratch his head. 
                             Enter another MAN and stands akimbo
                             looking over Cliff’s shoulder)

Cliff
                             (Looking up)
Don’t stand over me lak dat, ugly as yo’ is.

Man (Skanko)
You ain’t nobody’s pretty baby yo’self!

Cliff
Dat’s all right, I ain’t as ugly as yo’—­youse ugly enough to git behind
a Simpoon weed and hatch monkies.