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Woodrow -- ya got here, huh?
Yeah, figgered Ah'd see ya awhileOl' Slim oughts know better than to be away for a week, job or no job
Thought he was a friend of yours
Sure, but his wife's prettier Commere, honey, let's have a drinkHe strips his shirt, and holds her on his lapIt is intensely hot in the cabin and he strains against herAh'm gonna tell ya somethin', they was a little old whore Ah had back a while ago that Ah took twelve times in a night, and the way Ah'm fixin' now, what with the honey in mah insides, Ah'm gonna beat that with you
Better not drink too much, Woodrow, it'll keep ya down
Nothin' keeps me down, Ah'm a man likes his lovin'He tilts the jug to his mouth, and bridles his neck pleasurably as a trickle of liquid slips over his ear to be lost in the golden hairs on his chest

Woodrow, Ah think you're pretty goddam mean, they ain't nothin' so low as a man'll lie to his wife, and spend all their money while she's in the hospital with his baby(Alice's voice is whining
Ah ain't gonna say nothin', Alice, but let's cut out this talk, Ah'm a good husband to ya mos' of the time, an' they ain't no call for ya to talk to me like that, Ah jus' wanted a little fun and Ah took it and ya better quit messin' with me
Woodrow, Ah'm a good wife to ya, Ah been faithful as a woman can be since the day we was married, an' you got a child now an' you gotta settle down, how do ya think Ah felt when Ah found out you wrote out another check in mah name, an' jus' took out all the money we had
Ah figgered you'd be glad to see me havin' a decent time, but all a woman wants is for ya to stay right close by her
An' then you had to pick up a disease from that no-good bitch
Now, you quit messin' with me, Ah got some pyridin or whatever the hell it is, and it's fixin' me up jus' right, Ah've fix mahself up with it plenty of times
A man can die from that
You jus' talk nonsense(He feels a tremolo of fear, which he represses quickly On'y kind of man that ever gets sick is the kind that jus' sticks in a cornerYou have your funnin' an' it keeps ya all right(He sighs and pats her on the arm Now, come on, honey, let's quit your fussin', you know Ah love ya, an' Ah can be awful sweet to ya at time