Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What's going on? What did you do?
Mr. Irvin gonna straighten it up. I don't care what you play.
Bessie what?
All right. Play it for him, Cutler.
All right, I'm gonna give your God a chance.
that's all right with me. It don't hurt none.
Yeah.
- Okay, come on, now. - Naw, naw. Look at what you done.
You done got more shit piled up and mixed up in there
Where the hell was God when all this was going on?
Come on. Where is you?
and had him dancing till they got tired of watching him.
I ain't doing nothing to the… piano. I'm… l… looking at it.
♪ Please come home to me ♪
Go on, get my slippers out my bag over yonder.
I heard her when she said, "Lord have mercy. Jesus help me."
- Play the music. - Cutler, you hear Slow Drag
I was following Toledo.
That's my nephew Sylvester, and that there's Dussie Mae.
Oh, don't you be messing around with no shoes that pinch your feet.
Ain't nothing gonna work out for you.
In fact, he ain't never heard of it before.
…seen the rest.
What you mean you didn't record the song?
Whoo-hoo!
Y'all back up and leave Levee alone.
Band work for me.
- He know how to write music too. - I don't care.
Toledo, what you call a fool
Damn the door and let's do this. I want to get out of here.
This is what gonna help him.
"Please, God, have mercy on me, Lord. Jesus help me."
They carried me to Miss Etta, the midwife,
You had your, uh, carrots and your peas,
♪ Crazy as I can be ♪
Can I go? I want to see the band.
Ma knows something about bad feet. Mmm.
Is you gonna be satisfied with a bone somebody done throwed you
One, two, you know what to do.
As soon as they get my voice down on one them recording machines,
He say he gonna let me record 'em.
Ma?
Come on and turn your back on me!
I know it's on the four…
♪ I sit right down on my floor ♪
And that taught me how to handle them.
Whatever's on the list.
I ain't done nothing to her. I just talk to her like I talk to anybody else.
Listen, Ma. I talked to Sturdyvant, and he said…
I seen my daddy go up and grin in this cracker's face.
- I was talking to this man. - Boys, I've got your pay.
Just wait till I get my band together.
♪ It'll put you in a trance ♪
he'll never make another record of mine again. Tell him that.
♪ Oh, my jelly roll My jelly roll ♪
All right, boys,
and that ain't none of your business.
I ain't touch the man.
Toledo been a fool about a woman.
Now I'm gonna show you the best.
or what Mr. Irvin say, it's what Ma say that count.
Reverend Gates was, uh, coming up from Tallahassee to Atlanta
♪ Crazy as I can be ♪
All right, all right. Levee, you right. I apologize.
But you look around and you see some carrots over there,
Did you turn your back, motherfucker?
like you say, for them to forget about their troubles.
She marches in like she owns the place, complains about the building being cold,
But you can rule over life. Life ain't nothing.
Oh, life's fair.
And you know what's in New York? Harlem. Harlem's in New York.
You hear Levee? You hear this nigga?
Okay.
No, no, no. No, no. We ain't doing it that way.
I can carry my black bottom on back down South to my tour,
Cutler.
I was playing the song the way I felt it.
I know where the four is, man. Don't got to tell me nothing.
If it ain't one thing, it's another. Straighten your black ass out.
I don't care what Ma say!
Strike me down before I cut his throat.